Today I am Writing: On Perspective

Sometimes in the mornings, just as the sun is rising, I go out for a walk.

I lather myself up in warm, pull on my trainers, and head out the door. My path is always different, but in this place of mountainous terrain there is always up and there is always down.

There was the morning where I followed the sky, rolling heavy gray parting ways with blue and light. I found myself up at the very top, where I could see the world. The sun glazed along the valley, the landscape literally aglow.

This morning I don't quite work up that far. I choose a new path and stay in the mid-range, weaving my way back and forth through waking-up streets. I notice houses from the back that I've seen a hundred times from the front. I notice trucks I have watched pass my house, nestled into driveways. I notice that though I am in shadow, I can see the bare edge of the valley below, glowing with a sun I cannot feel.

I keep walking downward then, making my way toward home. I feel muscles in my legs that are different than the ones I felt on the upward way. I think about how I need to work them all.

I think about the realities of my now, sitting solidly against my past and my soon. I think of the moments of joy, risk, pain, beauty, fear, hope, longing. I think of how they are--in each and every oneness--opportunity to turn my eyes to the source of Light that starts beyond myself, stirring deep inside of me.

I think of how there is always a perspective to be found that sets the world aglow, no matter where my shadow. It might take me up to find it, it might take me down, but always: It is There.