Scout is my dog’s name. Wild, crazy, lover of all things fun!
When she was a puppy she got into the mud in the backyard. Fun! And proceeded to fling it on all my
walls as she ran through the entire house. Fun!
As she got older she mellowed out. Instead of mud flinging, she settled into
her daily naps.
Until she found the
light.
A few months ago Scout started to notice reflections on the
walls. Sometimes they would come from rays of light from the sun, other times they
would come from a watch reflection, or my iPhone reflection. She would chase
the reflection all around the house. Often times I would tease her and twist
the reflection around the room as quickly as possible. She never took her eyes off the light.
Recently, I have found her staring at the ceiling or walls
waiting intently for the light to come back, and when it does her gaze does not
falter. Food doesn’t even distract her from the light. It’s funny because at
first I found her obsession very annoying and then I heard myself today.
I said, “Gosh, Scout
never loses sight of the light. She is always searching for it, always waiting
for it.”
You see, Scout was completely content with her naps. Life
was easy and full in her eyes; she had no idea what she was missing. Yet once
she found the light, she became obsessed with seeking more light; never losing sight of it. And it made
me wonder how many of us are content with our full lives, not knowing what we are
missing.
I have another dog,
Bear. He searches for the light as well, but he isn’t as intent. He will run to
it when it is there, but if it isn’t present, he doesn’t wait for it. This made me wonder, which am I? Am I constantly
searching for the light; waiting for it when it isn’t there or am I like, Bear,
where I will run to it when it’s there, but I won’t seek it out?
There is something beautiful about light. It makes us feel
safe when darkness surrounds us. Nothing can hide in it. It glitters and
catches the eye. There is just something intrinsically appealing to light. We
are all drawn to it… and yet I wonder how persistent am I in seeking it?