Finding
The Light
This
January has certainly lived up to its reputation of being the gloomiest month
of the year, and that gloom is reflected in the faces and posture of so many of
us. It is very hard to pull out our own personal
light, that sunshine that is so badly needed in these days of dark forecasts, seemingly
everywhere.
Perhaps we need to look for sources of 'lightness'
that may not be as obvious as the sun; Laughter
is one light that is very powerful, although it may take awhile to find the
light switch, the titter toggle, the humour handle! It is always there, in the ordinary things around
us. We are most likely to find it if
we search first
within ourselves; in our own
activities, habits, pet peeves, vanity, material possessions; Comedians get the most laughs when they point
out our foibles and fears, and their own, for it is then that we breathe a relieved
sigh, acknowledging that we are all in
the same boat, and that we all take ourselves way too seriously.
While searching for
the laughter switch, we can prime our light with a multitude of smiles; perhaps
the brightest light source is to be found in the eyes of those we share our
smiles with. In the end, we are all
unique yet the same underneath, human,
and it is very healing to laugh at ourselves. On our
lives' journey, let us check within and make sure we're trimming our light so that it will shine out for those who
are having trouble finding the lighthouse:
The
Goal Is The Journey
I
searched for a lighthouse,
A
home for a light
That
would shine out for others,
A
guide through the night;
Through
the darkness that grips us
When
we lose our way,
When
we feel we're alone,
When
our faith's gone away,
And
we ponder and wonder,
Is
that all there is?
My
own bit of light
That
I tended each day,
I hoped would grow larger
Would
light others' way,
But
the small gifts I shared,
Seem
so little and poor;
In
the time I was given,
I
wish I'd shone more,
And
I hope and I trust
That
that's not all there is;
Drawing
nearer the lighthouse,
When
that beam is in sight,
We
reach our hand out
To
the source of the light,
And
there we find grace,
In
all of its glory,
A
path through the doubt,
To
a wondrous new story;
The
goal is the journey,
And
we'll be alright,
If
we trust in that lighthouse,
Where
love beams its light.
