A young woman lit up with new love
the radiant smile of a groom the inner glow of a pregnant woman beaming parents, a newborn child the long-married luminous and dancing under the moon the light that gentles us from this life into the next. Each brush with love transforms us if only temporarily and like the sun it burns so bright we must look indirectly or go blind. We can only come so close to the Great Source before we catch fire from the inside out. Like Moses our beards shimmer Like Jesus our garments blaze white. This is transformation-- shining from the mountaintop in momentary perfection dumbfounding those in our presence. As the blush fades we descend from the peaks to the plains of our existence uttering our small prophecies. We are no longer dazzling or set apart but, oh, we have been changed.
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I began blogging about "This or Something Better" in 2011 when my husband and I were discerning what came next in our lives, which turned out to be relocating to Puget Sound from our Native California. My older posts can be found here.
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