SEEING THE LIGHT

"Puddles", oil on board
by Don Gray

    I’ve often heard people say they “see the light”, meaning the sense of something has become clear to them, and I was thinking, this morning, that a sometimes secret light shines in even the most commonplace parts of our lives. For instance, I can sometimes “see the light” in even the cloudiest and wettest days, meaning their appropriateness, their flawlessness, suddenly becomes clear to me. I can even sometimes see the sort of everyday special light in puddles on the pavement, a light that makes them seem strangely fascinating in a puddley sort of way. This afternoon I saw the light in some sentences in a novel I was re-reading, sentences that seemed shadowy on the first reading but that lit up like lamps the second time around. Also, Delycia and I live in a simple house on an everyday kind of street, but there’s a good and great light all through our lives that I’m sometimes lucky to see.