Signs and light

On finding illumination in odd places

On my flight to North Carolina, to attend one of philosopher Tom Morris’s excellent retreats, I suppose I was primed to philosophical thinking, and I received the flight attendant’s usual safety spiel as performance poetry, particularly the phrase “illuminated by signs and light.”

Now, the cynical me would have noted mentally that illuminating is what light more or less does, but this morning’s me felt it deeply and wrote down the phrase.

On arrival, I meandered to the rental car counter. While waiting for my car, I saw these little duckies. I thought of our lovely office manager who recently gifted us all with little gems like these. And my daughter has loved duckies since infancy, so I asked permission to take a photo.

The rental agent delivered a delighted “yes!” and then offered to take one from the others side where she had even more, (capturing a rare photo of me in the process.) The smile says it all.

If anything could say I'm in the right place at the right time, it might be this little welcome.

Here I am — open and primed to explore the topic of uncertainty, illuminated by signs and light.