I’m walking….running….in the morning again.

I hurt my back last week and thought that maybe some movement might be the best medicine…that it might be part of the therapy that gets me back to feeling “OK”.

So far, it’s working.

A run/walk….then some gentle stretching…is helping me to feel better.

There’s not a lot of light out on the roads at 5 in the morning….at least not out here in “the country….so my eyes must get used to seeing what I can in the near pitch darkness.

When I got back to the house, the small light that I’d left on in the living room looked a lot brighter than it had when I left for my walk.

It had been barely enough to see when I left, but when I got back, everything was illuminated.

After the darkness, the chance for light making an impression is pretty great.

What am I missing when I forget that?

That small things matter?

That anything….even a small light/effort….can make a difference?

It’s just light….but until I have something to compare it to (and darkness isn’t a negative….it’s good in its own way, out there in the dark morning quiet) ….I can’t fully appreciate the light?

I don’t notice what I can see until….I can’t….for a while?

Awwwww….I’m painting in the mud with a dull stick.

I know what I want to say but can’t say it eloquently.

I guess that what I was thinking is that I stress over megawatts when a candle is sometimes enough.

It’s not how bright it all is that matters….it’s where I come from and how willing I am to really look.

I stop short of what I can be and what I can do….because….maybe….I think that the light isn’t bright enough yet.

I’m painting again.

And….that stick is just as dull as ever.