When the sun is lower, the shadows are longer.  Sun and trees do nothing and are not scared of the darkness.  Shadows move as the earth moves.  Sun doesn’t move.  So I am moving–not the light.  I can move to be in the light or I can enjoy the shadow shade.

Though I am a shadow walker, I use the light as a compass, consulting it for directions whether I venture into a valley of loss or find a pass through a mountain of doubt.  The earth moves me.  Seasons shift my shadow and I feel lost in it.  I miss the sight of the omnipresent Light.

Navigating by the stars helps when the night is so long.  From bursting heat millions of years and miles away, I can still set my feet on an endless, winding, wandering splitting labyrinthian path with limitless views.

The sun never goes away.  Sometimes I turn my back to it and the shadow scares me.  Today I claim the warmth inside me that shines out, the eternal flame that lights the path from my heart.