Angels in the Desert

It was such an usual sunrise for the desert. It was almost overcast. This is quite bizarre for the middle of summer. At first the sun was a fiery red glow behind a thin veil of cloud. But as it started to rise, the light from the sun began to shoot out from underneath the clouds. It reached out in all direction in a golden spray of light. I couldn't help but think of my angel story. There must have been a super-charged flood of angels given the rarity of clouds at sunrise out here.

The whole morning was filled with breathtaking vistas. It was the difference in light cast a new view on the whole scene. The light went from full brightness to complete disappearance to varying degrees of filtered light. Every time the light changed, the scenery changed completely. Think of the powerful metaphor here. Each one of us is light. We have the capacity to allow our light to shine fully or to close down completely essentially blocking out our light. These are two extremes that are few and far between. What is more usual however for people is to be somewhere in the middle, allowing a partial expression of their light filtered through their resistance. It's neither bad nor good. Rather, it's just the way it is. There is so much variance to this filtered light that every time there is even the slightest shift in who we are then the whole landscape of our existence changes completely.