Today A Light Has Dawned.

Today a light dawns. This day like most days in the Pacific Northwest cloudy, gray and wet, but it is different. Something has changed in a subtle and substantive manner. Undefinable yet ever present, awaiting its richness to be discovered. Everything remains the same without but within a new season is knocking. Lightness moves in dissipating the weight, his burden chased away by this new beginning. Appearing, shinning, signifying a new paradigm. Things will be different. Unsure how this will take place, but that is not the spark to ignite this fire. Belief is the spark and faith is the wind fanning the flames. For him this is the treasure he has sought to uncover.

His tomorrow will not be the same. A new life, it that is what it could be called. It seems rather to be a righting of the ship, leaving the wilderness and finding the path again. The wilderness, although a terrible destination, but useful. A dusty, desolate place, a wanders domain. One of searching or ignoring. For him it has been the place of searching. Although he has blocked his passage and yet perseverance has opened the door. That attribute enlisted to remove the barricade blocking the door. Fear, selfishness, pride, an unyielding attitude all stones laid before the door sealing of the entrance. A door of priceless value. Behind it treasures. Gems, valuable metals, stones all hidden. His need to uncover and discover the understanding, knowledge and wisdom contained in those treasures.

His constant seeking of the ancient ways. Those tools that have endured times passage, its trials, testings and proven righteous. He has been found. The lighting of the spark that will ignite the embers lain dormant for many days, years even. It is not a matter of when they are found, but one of finding. Sooner or latter would have been better, what does that matter, these things are irrelevant, discovery is the significant reward. Those other throw one of the track. Time is neutral so do not fall into the trap of using it as an instrument for judgment in this instance. Focus on discovery and all that it offers. For it is full of delights and rewards. He hears these things coming from within, rising, whispering to his hearing.

He awaits expectantly for the what the day holds and all the days hereafter. That spark burning within its heat increasing and light shinning, illuminating his house. Heat replacing the cold in his abode. Warmth and comfort his new residents. He opens all the doors he can find. There are still more he is certain of, not relenting his quest to uncover all that is hidden. One thing is certain nothing will be as it was. Those things he has been shown will be brought forth. He anticipates there arrival.

That is the beauty of this journey, it is dependent on not seeing but believing. He has not seen these promises but he has been shown them. In those moments confidence and assurance have been established. With those a path revealed, following its route, leading to this day. This is the day. Promises will be fulfilled.