The light left the space over a week ago.

The large, unfurnished work area lost what gave it life. As summer approaches, the earth tilts so that the sun rides higher and higher in the sky. The windows that once funneled light into the room at noon now only frame light. The patterned carpet holds no color, no rectangles of rays. The light no longer transforms posts and corners into magic and curious passages. The beauty is gone.

A few days later, some attic warning system was triggered by a power outage during a thunderstorm. Ever since: beep! beep! beep! the alarm calls out, day after day, a beep without a cause. (oh man I couldn’t resist:) The forlorn little beep IS rather annoying, though.

This space was always transitional, I know, only a week or two to go but still.

Ok. So. Yoga there is different. The windows just windows now.

I still leave with greater peace than I bring with me but it is not the same.

Which offers a question:

What is the relationship between physical light and spiritual Light?