Sometimes sharing the light inside yields a brilliant golden glow that falls all over our shoulders in the sun having a picnic.  The face besides me laughs in the bright realization of human fun.  The furrowed brows open up and the head lifts up in a loud chuckle with a new view.

But other times I pull the covers over me and know that any sliver of sunlight that breaks out of my creviced body and heart will only bring a growl of resistance.  There are times and people who are determined black holes–sucking in the light, the earth, the hope, the possibilities around them into the densest despair.

And often the light merely bounces around from mirrored face to reflections in the lake.

I polish the globe of me around that light every morning and shine shine shine.  It’s not my business where the light goes, just to hold it in my heart and do everything I can to let it shine.