Light

If you were to ask me where the light was in my life, I would have told you that the only light I hold was in the souls of my children. For when I had withered away, they were the only thing bringing me back to life. When they were not around there was no light remaining for my petals to unfold, there was no reason for me to exist beyond them. But now I see the light everywhere. It is still a constant in the eyes of my children, the light that emanates from them is the spark of curiosity, reminding me to give them the freedom to be themselves. I see the light as it illuminates part of a tree in the morning light, waking it from its slumber and giving it energy for the day, igniting my sense of appreciation for a marvel that is out of our control. I see the light as it brightens the wings of a bird suspended momentarily in midair, before it regains control and carries on towards its destination. That light teaches me to be mindful, for there is so much to miss and so much to be lost when we are not paying attention. I cannot see the light but I can feel it as the wind kisses my face, a fresher feeling I am yet to find, reminding me that this continual rebirth is necessary, refreshing and essential to feed my inner light. As I allow the sun’s rays to give me energy I can see, I can feel and I can revel in the light that is within me and it blooms each day from within, increasing in magic, purity and spirit as I learn to forgive, release and protect a light that I know will never be lost again.