How the light, like music, can hold, can evoke

many memories, reveries.

listen while you read

The Old Victrola 

When you were young,

what songs blossomed

from the golden flower

of your mouth?

What music floated out

when the silver needle fell.

When the sitters, the dancers

tilted their ears,

their bodies

in the long room 

leavened, like now,

with March light

ladling in 

through these near and far

French doors

onto the blond wood floors,

the dove-grey walls, 

onto their bare calves, 

their soft hands.

Lichterfelde Ost,

Berlin, Germany

a thought

The light imprints itself both visibly

and invisibly.

And even after it has disappeared,

it has altered things.

a QUESTION

What visceral experiences of light in your childhood do you remember? What about recent ones? What kinds of light directly, sometimes immediately, affect the atmosphere of a room; your mood, your emotions, positively or otherwise. And how conscious are you of the correlations, the effects?

one member said

"I'm taking myself more mindfully

whenever I can, to places

where the light inspires good feelings."

a call to experience

Open yourself to taking note, to sensing, inside you, how the light of different kinds, and different hours of the day, the night, different weathers and seasons, or in rooms or other settings, relate to your various states of mind, body, spirit. Or alter them.

And wonder, now and again, how, maybe far back in time, maybe in distant history, the light of a place you're in may have brought its presence ~ and added its essence ~ to the thoughts, feelings and moments of others who were here before you, before now.