Dawn may come up like thunder, but it is by sitting in the silence of the light we can see ourselves as we really are.
Its been a while since I attended to my writing. It has also been a while since I picked up my camera. Seems other things moved across my portion of the sun like clouds gathering before a storm or the moon during a lunar eclipse. This does not mean nothing was going on. I was percolating, waiting to emerge once again, to return to my intentions. It was in silence I think I have once again found my voice.
Stand back. The light is beginning shine through once again. And it feels warm, it feels good.