Dark House At Dawn

Is there any place more sacred, more soft toned, more delicate, sensual and spiritual than a dark house at sunrise? With the lights off and the windows wide, the light has a way of showing the truth and obscuring the details which distract. Our planet turns, and the sun reveals us where we are and as we are; utterly human. Utterly vulnerable and too short lived for this Universe. 

It's a new birth each morning and each morning, I am reborn into this mysterious thing we call life. 

This morning, the first light dripped through my windows while Debussy softly played. In that moment, alone in a room, all of the romance and passion and poetry and music and love was there with me. The spirits kept me company as I began to write and they reminded me that, while I often resist and remain elusive to idea of love, it will find me again someday. 

For the first time in quite awhile, I felt at peace.