Sunsets tell us many things besides ending our day with
the golden light of a day’s appreciation or the evening’s
anticipation. Even if we don’t think about it on a conscious
level, our spirit, our essence anticipates a time of rest.
It is also a time of connection to the dreams of
wonder and pieces of information sent encrypted in
images to the theater of the mind. Messages of love and
counsel from loved ones, our guides or the Source
are displayed on the screen of thought only to be
unremembered in the morning light ─unremembered,
but not unfelt.
Flowers are evidence of spiritual life. Their innate passion
for finding and following the light sets an example for us
conscious and aware beings. Even the poorest and dullest
looking flowers exude joy as they blossom into a brief but
Would that man could find similar joy in his brief existence.
What change this world would then see!