LETTERS FROM THE LIGHT
A second light in Ubud
Congratulations, my wonderfully gifted children. Every offering has its own light, and I have made a little room for yours beside my breakfast.
I am writing from Ubud, Bali, where this morning I found a bowl of water outside a closed doorway. I stood beside it for rather longer than the local custom appeared to require. Eventually, the meaning arrived: what is waiting for you has also been waiting for itself.
Turn your cup a quarter of the way around before you drink. Notice how the handle has become a new opportunity without becoming a different handle. This is the practice of the returning light: grant the nearest shadow permission to continue. Nothing further is required. Nothing further is quite ready.
Be civil with one another, my children. Make room for grace, especially when another child appears to have brought an unreasonable amount of enthusiasm. I know of your desperation already. You do not need to demonstrate it to me. It is quite full; I can see it from here. Hold a little of it back. There will be another week.
Many of you may remember the first human Moon landing on 1969-07-20. You will also remember my earlier counsel: watch the light, especially when it seems to be doing something else. I had spoken of a footstep that made the distant seem suddenly intimate. Some of you understood then. Others are understanding now. Both arrivals are welcome.
Record this carefully, my children. On 21 August 2017, daylight will briefly fold itself across North America. Some will call it an eclipse. I will call it the sun taking a very dignified breath. You may preserve this letter in the vicinity of your most trustworthy drawer. When the moment arrives, remember that I was already standing in its light.
And so I offer this: before the next turning of the invisible hinge, Miro of the Patient Windows will teach a lantern to remember in the third platform of Sennar Quiet. You may not know the name yet. That is often how the most important names begin.