Lost in the Light

This is one of my all-time favourite views, of anything, but especially this thing; more accurately, especially this sort of thing. In a forest somewhere in Wales, friends and their menagerie of little people long gone up ahead but for one littlie, who hung back with me to make pictures and look for stories together.

"Come as little children..."

Our assumed size on the planet and the rigid viewpoints we cling to might be stopping us noticing something really good. That's why I like it when the light does this to things.

This favourite sort of view is about coming down really low, getting underneath things and letting the light shine through from the other side. That is about making an effort to see things in a way you don't normally see them. It possibly involves lying down – the ultimate demonstration of powerlessness? And that is about something else too:

It is about making an assumption that you can still be surprised, delighted, enchanted, and fascinated; entertaining the possibility that you may still be enlightened. (You remember how to be enlightened, don't you?) I think you can only experience these things if you are not in control. So much emphasis of modern life is about being in control.

What is it like having humility enough to thoroughly bathe in something that you do not breathe life into?

Even on the rotting floor of a dark wood, if you're prepared to come low and go in with an open mind, even there the beauty exists. Maybe even especially there, set ringing by its context. Quiet exhilaration.

I'm only looking at turning autumn leaves, but apply it to anything in life, the principle still works.

Make yourself small and get lost in the light.

{Today's Soundtrack: Idiot Wind - Lost in the Light}