We’ve been talking a lot lately about illumination. Lanterns inspire such.
I have been wondering some about the differences between light and illumination, about their sources and affect. Illumination has this sense of being struck or redirected or recast—almost a product of light rather than a source. Light appears to prefer its role as illumination, enjoying most to strike something: a molecule, a prism, a leaf, the soil.
Since it has been dark here in the Northwest this slow spring, I have taken to searching out sources of light on the ground. Wondered a bit about when it was that the first being looked at a small flower and thought, “beautiful,” and about the ramifications for consciousness that little moment held.
Here now, some of the fruit of those musings…