Today, what I see first is washed, wet with color, after rain in the night. Hummingbirds come to the dripping honeysuckle outside my window, drinking in the sweetness. (And I learn, by coincidence, just after writing that, that honeysuckle is a medicinal flower, revered for thousands of years for its anti-inflamatory, anti-bacterial, and calming and relaxing properties.)
And here is Mary Oliver on mornings, and first light.
And here my character Audrey, in my yet-to-be-revised novel about Greek myths, and Crete, and story-telling. Her observation that with light, the world is back. Something akin to what Leonardo da Vinci says:
“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”
My goal today will be to hold that light in me, to remember what revelations its coming brings.
image: "First Light: by: © Matjaz Cater