“We're made for the light of a cave and for twilight. Twilight is the time we see best. When we dim the light down, and the pupil opens, feeling comes out of the eye like touch. Then you really can feel color, and experience it.” ~James Turrell
One of my favorite times of the day has always been twilight, that mysterious, bluish-purple and golden time when the daylight is making its way out and the darkness is making its slow entrance in.
It is a beautiful time when the last remnants of sunlight fall in slivers and patches before quickly disappearing like invisible ink, kissing a lonely corner of a room, or gliding over a small section of the front lawn as if to say “goodbye for now” before fading away to nothingness...
The mystical space between day and night has always pulled my spirit towards it, always beckoned me into it, always mesmerized and enchanted me completely.
It has always felt hauntingly familiar, like a place that I have known and have called “home”, and will once again know someday.
When glorious twilight comes in, it seems to lull all living creatures into settling down and becoming quiet...
It seems to beckon them to retreat into their private places and spaces to await with a measure of reverence the end of the day so that the entire process can (with divine luck) be repeated, once again, the next day.
It seems to me that the space between the day and the night is like that space between awake and asleep, between life and death. It holds such delicious tension in it, such beauty, such fragility, and such meaning, yet is so often missed for being so subtle and so fleeting.
As for me, I long to live in that space between the day and night, to walk the tightrope and to understand the repercussions.
I long to taste the complexities of life and to be able to discern the flavors and separate them out, and to have respect for how delicate yet exquisitely unbreakable this existence truly is.
For in that fleeting moment when the light begins to fade into oblivion, and the dark blue vastness of the infinite night sky bleeds in, that is when truth and reality can be glimpsed, and when the tension tasted...
It is when my heart skips a beat as my soul remembers from whence I came.
Taste what's good and pass it on.