I sit in silence in the space of time between a call with a client and a visit with a dear friend. My eyes trace the patterned grid of sunlight on the floor by our dining room table. The patches of light shift while I stare. The change is barely discernible, but I know the light is not where it was before. As I rotate, as the floor rotates, as we all rotate, the light claims new territory and shines into the shadows.
Where is the light shining right now?
Also, take a few minutes to record an ordinary moment from today because our ordinary moments matter. I’d love for you to share your ordinary moment in the comments below. Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online and on Instagram. If you’d like to participate, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my October 23s.