A few days ago, a friend of mine was having a hard time “seeing” the light and an even harder time “feeling” the light. Often we tell people that things will be okay but unless they can believe it, see it, or feel it, telling them that isn’t going to do squat. I wanted to be able to help my friend feel the light. I sent her a funny cartoon of a lightbulb and it was good. But it wasn’t good enough. I thought, “Which of my 6000+ pictures would best help her see the light?” I scanned through them quickly and came up with a few that might work … but was any one of the photos enough? A picture is sometimes worth a thousand words but a picture with words .. hmm .. that might do it better. So which one? And what words?
Something that you have to understand about me is that I love words. I love the sound of them, I love the look of them, I love the spelling, I love the meaning. I love that I can convey so much with words. I love books, I love poetry, I love lyrics. Words, words, words. It’s funny, really, because I don’t “talk” a lot. Well, I talk in my head a lot. I don’t talk to people that much. I’m shy. Now, if you’re a friend or acquaintance who lives around here, you’re calling ‘bullsh!t’ right about now. If you’re my best friend or my spouse, you’re just nodding your head because you know I speak the truth. For someone who loves words, I don’t talk much. I’m good with comments, I’m good at writing letters, I’m good with the colour commentary for everything from PTA meetings to football games; heck, I am the colour. I am the comic relief, the valve that lets off some of the steam so there’s no explosion; there may be implosion because I can’t get out of my own head, but everyone else will be spared.
So I looked at the photos I had picked out and tall trees jumped out at me. I could do plenty with that and within two minutes of playing with it I knew exactly which words would work. The picture gave me the words .. well, my heart got them from the picture and conveyed them through my brain into my fingertips. “Remember that there is always a spot for the light to get in … even through the tallest trees.” I believe it to be true. I think we often don’t remember that it is true and I think that even if we remember it we don’t believe it. We don’t see it. We don’t feel it. If I can remind someone that this happens, that light gets in to even the deepest parts of the forest at some time or other, then I think I’m helping. If I can get them to a point where they can see it, then I know I’m helping. If I can help them feel it … hell, I’m rejoicing. I think I helped my friend the other day. I wasn’t alone, a lot of other people helped her that day as well; we pulled together and made a difference. I think. I hope. I smile.
I’m letting the light in.