Living as far north as I do, we can go days without sun, so the solstice and its hope of lighter days to come is always welcome. As a practice in mindfulness on this winter solstice, I opened my eyes to light, in as many ways as I could.
I noticed the light as the sun rose beyond the trees, as I walked to work.
I noticed the light on a snow covered gate, in a garden that will be green and breathing in a few months.
I noticed the light glinting off the snow and ice on a dormant plant.
I noticed the fading light as I walked home, a pink band straining the gray sky.
As I stopped to take these pictures, I reminded myself about the importance of these pauses in my day. It was a promise to myself that I would pay attention, to the light around me and within me.
I notice. I notice. I notice. I notice.