studio Tala

In this season of anticipating a new light – longer days and a heralding Star, I think it’s time to tell a story of the hidden Light.

We were trying to do some work on what had suddenly become “My Mom’s House”.  We needed a flashlight.  We looked in the Kitchen drawer.  It had always been there.  “Oh no, your father hasn’t kept it there for years.”  What?  He’d kept it there the many years I’d lived in this house.  Why would he put it someplace else?  He was logical — almost linear in many ways.  Where would he put it, if not here?

So we searched.

We searched high (everywhere we could think of upstairs) and we searched low (even in the basement).

I searched low again.

I spent a lot of time in his Workshop.  Surely, he would have considered it a tool.  All the rest of his tools were in his Workshop.  I couldn’t find it.

I looked in the Laundry Room.  It wasn’t there.  In shear frustration, I looked up and into space, the space over the dividing bookcase between the Laundry Room and back into the Workshop, simply to allow my eyes to stop looking.

And of course it was there.  Right there.  Right where it most logically made sense to have a flashlight.  Sitting on top of the fuse box.  Because where would you need light the most, but in the dark when the lights had gone out?

So it makes sense to me that we celebrate Christmas at just the time the days are short.  When there is the least amount of light.  That’s when we need to remember The Star — the Brightest Light.  Because we need light the most when it’s dark.

So as you enjoy your Merry days this Christmas, remember these things about your own light:

Shine it, shine it Bright, for the World to see.

Keep it where you can find it in the dark.

Keep it where it will do the most good.