the lights inside us

while driving to work this morning, i started thinking again about my nephew and his beaten puppy status, and i “saw” that there’s still a light inside him but it’s very small and insignificant. i saw my mother’s light, dusty, a little dim, not a clear light at all. i saw my sister’s, too, steady but fluctuating between different ranges of color. my own seemed more like a pulsar, whirling and pulsing bright to dim. and my husband’s, clear and ever-brightening. it’s a little harder to see my own kids’ lights, only because i want to see what they should be and not what they probably are.

i guess any parent would have problems with that.

 

~ by listendeeply on June 2, 2008.