Shine Your Light
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Hello friends, We’re in the dark months here in the northern hemisphere. This is the time when many people kindle extra light. Those lights are beacons of hope, tiny stars brought down to earth. We all have an inner light, as well. A light that connects us with others. The light of creativity and kindness. But some days, we’re too tired to shine. Some days, we’re too afraid to shine. Some days, we feel too beaten down to shine. And that’s okay. Darkness is a time of rest, as well. It’s okay to cocoon ourselves when we need to. If we don’t take rest and respite, over time, our light burns out. This especially happens to those who feel they must shine on command. One change I’ll be making this winter is taking conscious, regular days off, rather than waiting until I “really need one.” Now, I have the luxury of working for myself, but this also means that most times I work seven days a week, even if some of those days are only for a couple of hours. I need to give myself a break, in order to be able to offer my light. What is your life like? Are you shining naturally and brilliantly right now? Are you flickering intermittently? Do you hide your light? Do you share your light with a few, trusted friends? Whatever your pattern is, now might be a good time to revisit it. Make a choice. Don’t shine or hide by habit or because of expectations. It’s your light. It’s your life. Shine when you have light to spare. How about you? Best wishes — Thorn
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T. Thorn Coyle
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