Sometimes the magic appears in the mundane. Earlier this week I was in my office working when I noticed a shaft of morning light angling towards the cup of pens and pencils on the corner of my desk. It struck me as one of those fleeting moments of luminous beauty that appear and then disappear like grace notes that decorate our days. I grabbed my camera and made a few photographs. Within a minute the shaft of light was gone.
“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as bird wings.” — Rumi
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