Today on this second day of winter in Northern California, a steady rain falls from a gloomy sky. Contrary to the Mayan calendar predictions, the world still exists and we are still left to muddle through our muddly human lives.
When I woke this morning to the chilly gloom, I went around turning on the Christmas lights strung throughout the house. Although I was raised in a Christian household, I know that there are many other spiritual traditions that center around light at this time of the year. Today it is easy to understand why.
As I pack my suitcase to visit my family in even gloomier Portland, I am cheered by the promise of more lights, including the light of love. Isn't that all any of us can really count on?
So, everyone, let your own light shine - in whatever form that takes for you.