When our son Jeffrey was a baby, he was given a lovely handmade blanket. For years, it was his favorite blanket. No matter how old or tattered it became, it remained his favorite even when it eventually disintegrated. At that point, what the blanket represented was not its form but the content that he had felt in every encounter with it: love, kindness, safety, comfort, peace, etc.
As we approach the second week of our Lessons in Light, we will focus on…