Even a 711 convenience store lights can carry, and illuminate, a couple from a pub into their lover’s glory. Watched it happen again tonight. How a common couple just talking trash beforehand, could walk across a street and start shining in neon green and being seen as Chagall’s dream of marriage.

Each of us so capable of carrying seasons in us, of participating in the Great Dream of being and becoming daily! When we are willing to cross the road into our glory–the glories of each season alight on us, repeatedly.

Then, from lovers to elders we pass on the long journey home. But something about that lover’s moment, so stellar in instance and the drama of circumstances, sticks with you long enough to motivate you through all the other seasons of becoming-the long song home. Such a potent radiant shimmering of beginning, these lovers in convenience store light glowing alone for a moment like painting hung on the universe’s gallery walls, deserves a great ending, and the whole story to be walked out towards the endless Altar. So we walk on through many types of lighting, as we go…but we never forget in our skin, that first lover’s glow.