On CBS this morning the doctor commentator said that when peeling an orange his mother used to say, “This orange slice has never seen the light of day.”
Often, when cutting logs and splitting firewood I’d ask myself, “Before I cut it, what color is the log inside?”
Light, as in the soul — are we in darkness before being opened by love? By creative exploration? By friendship and conversation? What words are in the darkness within the ink? What talent in the writer before the pen in hand explores and opens the creativity to make the writer’s words swirl into a cosmos circle after circle, orange section after orange section blossoming in the light.
To create, in writing, in cooking, in crafts, in writing and singing a song, making a book, moving the arms and legs in sport or dance, a smile, an embrace, out of darkness into light, our creativity, peeling back the skin, cutting open the log to light, brings the light to life and all that is hidden within our darkness.
Yes. Each moment of my life is an orange awaiting me to peel it into the light.
Shine Shine Shine the light with your creativity. Cheers. Amen.