Our hearts as light bulbs
DREAM, JUNE 28, 2025
I see our hearts as light bulbs. The light that emanates from our heart fields differs. Mine is the brightest, whitest light—sometimes harsh to others. It’s a light that wants to banish all darkness but instead can shine judgment, expectation, and control. His bulb’s light is soft and diffuse, never hard on the eye. I wrongly interpret it as “low-energy,” but it’s not. It’s kinder, gentler on the human condition, and this makes me reflect on how I want to be more like him. I hope to soften my own light, letting it illuminate rather than overwhelm.