Welcome to The Light, your quiet hour of reflection.
There is a question worth sitting with tonight — whether art and science are truly separate rivers, or simply different ways the human spirit reaches toward the same shore. Poet and potter M.C. Richards believed creativity was not divided but whole, a single force flowing through matter and mystery alike, asking us to make meaning with whatever our hands can hold.
From that reaching inward, we turn to reaching upward. When birds fly in formation, they are not merely saving energy — they are practicing a kind of grace, each one lifted partly by the wingtip of another. Georgia O'Keeffe once wrote that flight might rid us of smallness. Perhaps vulnerability, shared openly, does the same.
And in Indianapolis, Indiana Fever guard Sophie Cunningham recently chose to be baptized a second time — not because the first did not hold, but because she wanted to choose her faith consciously, as an adult, with full awareness. There is something quietly profound in returning to a threshold you once crossed without fully understanding, and stepping through it again with open eyes.
That is this hour's reflection. Carry the light gently.