For me, though, summer is coming is less defined, more subtle, and very certain. The light comes in through the windows a bit sooner each day, a bit brighter. It stays longer, too. The light is coming in earlier each morning making everything vivid, joyful, worthwhile. But the light has come, I remind myself. Regardless of what the sun is doing this time of the year, I want to remember that the light has come. It is here throughout the year, throughout time. As summer approaches and days get complicated, we get complicated, down even. Remembering that the light has come means that this too shall pass – the early mornings, the long hours, the overwhelming schedules, the constant mending of misunderstandings, the deadlines, the endless to-do list, the short tempers. The light has come means that all is well, in spite of what our senses and our moods tell us. The light reminds me: all of our blessings come with responsibilities, it is all good, Love is here, Bounty is here, we are on purpose. The light has come means we are loved, guided and protected, always.
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