I sit and reflect on where I am, where I have been and where I am going. There is no clarity. The life I have lived seems dreamlike or movie-like, as if I have watched it not lived it. And it is not of me or part of me. The movie has been exciting and funny and at times sad, sorrowful and pain filled, yet throughout there has been light. Even in the darkest times there have been glimmers and shimmers of light. “Follow the light” I have heard said and I have always taken that to mean follow as in chase after the light. The light has been something separate from me that I am going toward. As I sit and write I recognize, follow the light as something different. I am the light. Whoa! How do I follow myself? The answer(s) fills me. Follow your heart. Follow the light. Every moment is a choice point and how do I choose? I choose the path, the way that is light, that feels light, that lights me up inside. Sometimes the difference in lightness is miniscule yet I must choose the choice of more light. Something that came through me as I was facilitating a workshop for high schoolers… “to the light everything around is darkness”. I received this as a way of saying… “the light I bring, the light we each bring to any moment is necessary for guiding the way. Just as when traveling at night, we hold the light and that illumination is how we see where we are going. In cases such as this we bring the light and we follow the light. I implore you as I implore myself keeping feeding the light, keep cleaning the lens. The light will lead you to more light, the light will lead you out of darkness.