Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.
In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.
I have been fortunate to have had a few days at home to rest, we have had the Islamic New Year, 1434. Things at work are busy and chaotic, and my trusty Pajero Ollie seems to be on his last legs with me and I have had a few bouts of migraine headache.
I have been able to spend some time with a new neighbour and went for a lovely walk by the sea at sunset. The beach was busy, but the atmosphere was relaxed and the fading light glistened softly on the wet sand. As we got back to the car, the sliver of the crescent moon, called ''Hilal'' in Arabic, was bright and prominent.
I had the realisation that sometimes it is only in the darkness, that you appreciate the presence and beauty of the Light, the fireflies on the way.
This song by Leonard Cohen has been another firefly on my recent and ongoing journey through the mist. I listen to it every morning as I get ready after my shower. This week was Diwali, the festival of Lights. I have been thinking a lot about the nature of Light and how our work is to illuminate every facet of ourselves. I read once we are all like perfect diamonds, and our experiences and pain and disappointment in the world, cause us to become all grey and dirty and dusty. We lose our lustre in this world if we are not careful.
How do we maintain the lustre? We nurture ourselves gently and keep polishing softly, trusting the inner Light. Even if we cannot see the road, and cannot comprehend the way, and even if we feel lost, we all have the inner homing beacon that draws us back and keeps us on track.
Be gentle with yourselves friends, and live in the knowledge of your inner precious diamond.