There’s a part in Annie Dillard’s book “The Living” where she writes about a small plant growing out of the side of a deep well. It can grow because once a day a stream of sunlight touches that one spot in the side of the otherwise dark well.
Since reading that, years ago, I often think of those dark places the sunlight touches for just a short time, and how sometimes, only that which is affected by it “knows” about it.
This morning I saw the sun light up an old piece of string hanging in a space between the barn door. I knew the light wouldn’t last long. It was when a slight breeze rocked the string in that small space, that I thought to take a video.
Ah, so lovely. It’s a meditation just to watch this.
Thanks Tara.