This weekend, rather this Sunday, was exactly what I needed. Sunday I got up, did some yoga and had a shower. I had the biggest breakfast of all time (bacon strips and bacon strips and bacon strips… of course with maple syrup… lots of it I might add) and prepared myself to go ice fishing again for the second time since being here.
This time, as we pulled off the road and onto the beaten path, the twilight over the hills was just stunning. It was so blue it almost hurt your eyes, mesmerizing even. It’s funny how being in the dark can make you appreciate even the faintest glow of light. This made me reflect on the bad week I was having and realize that even in the darkest places in a persons soul there is still a bit of light. I found this Albert Schweitzman quote:
“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being”
“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being”
I really found truth in this statement when I spent Sunday afternoon with my favorite people sharing laughs, star gazing and running around with sparklers into the darkness. People are truly the spirit here and certainly this Sunday raised my morale enough that my cheeks hurt from smiling.
I saw a shooting star that afternoon and amazingly enough was able to capture it on my camera. As for my wish? I didn’t bother. My only wish last week was to find internal happiness again and there I did, in the dark, watching the light slowly make its way into my life again, one shade of blue at a time.
