CATEGORY: HIP SPIRIT DATE: NOVEMBER 3, 2018
With a steaming mug of hot herbs in my quiet enclave, it is wisdom I seek.
I am a lighthouse and you are a lighthouse, of course y’all know this.
What houses the light may stand amid a dark and turbulent sea, with formidable waves repeatedly crashing against, or isolated on a harsh desolate cliff scape where the strong cold foggy wind swirls around the dangerous ledges and shoals. Can the lighthouse withstand the tumultuous outside, and at the same time have a light intense enough to be seen and be of service?
A gorgeous physical lighthouse that appears as a beacon of light in a severe storm, has been and can be fueled by bonfires of wood and coal, candles, spermaceti, gas, petroleum or lard oil, kerosene, incandescent oil vapor lamp, electricity, xenon discharge lamp and the glass beehive-like Fresnel lens.
Humans have the best illuminant of all naturally inside of us, love-light. Love-light is an actual light fueled by warm unconditional kindness, inclusiveness, forgiveness, unconditional compassion, and always focusing on the goodness of life. All this is housed and permanently resides in our hearts. This would make us all lighthouses.
At times it would seem the “World” wants to see our light diminished or extinguished like the “Wreckers” of old, the people who made money from ship wrecks, the local citizens who profited from other’s misfortunes. Wreckers not only protested putting in lighthouses, they were also accused of causing many wrecks. Don’t give wreckers any energy by worrying, just automatically and actively reflect and magnify your very own love-light.
I love lighthouses, visiting in person when I can, and when I can’t, I have two beautiful books in my library that I can visit and revisit these magnificent symbols of light, LIGHTHOUSES (c) 1995 by F.Ross Holland, MetroBooks, and LIGHTHOUSES (c) 2006 by Jenny Lenford, Paragon Publishing.
What’s that on my lens, dried paint? Oh no, it’s bird poo!
This has been a deb’s witty ditty on deb’s ditty blog.
