Light, color, and healing

Spiritual lessons from the leaves of an acacia tree.

As a child I made a game of looking for broken shards of colored glass in the yard of a glass shop. The dull, almost colorless pieces on the ground became gems of beauty as I held them up to the sunlight.

In later years I learned that the gorgeous color I had seen was not in the glass but was reflected color from one of the hidden hues of daylight (those colors we see in a rainbow).

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FROM HAND TO HAND
October 9, 1989
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