Circles of Light


Many of my days begin, end, and are punctuated by chasing sunbeams cast off by circles–or, more accurately, spheres.

And each one of those circles is its own echo chamber.  A rain-riddled ornament glows with weak winter light and reminds me of the silver orbs in Paris in which my husband and I were reflected back in miniature in our blue winter coats.

The infinite circles (or rather two points, plus open intervals, I am informed by my children) which make up a sphere seem to form both an unbreachable boundary and an impermeable protective barrier for what is within.  A necessary if immeasurable distance.

As a caregiver I felt as if I were teetering on the outside of the circle occupied by suffering patients.  As with my children, I gladly would have broken through if I could have and jumped inside to trade places, but was left looking desperately across that endless edge.

It’s only a one-way crossover now.

Sometimes Jim visits in a dream, because I can envision him in our world but can no longer see the space his spirit and light occupies.  I can’t go there.  But I know it is a place of peace and grace.

And perhaps the light that catches my eye–that strikes one circular pumpkin in a field of narrow ones shaped liked patrician Secretary of States’ noggins; that reflects in a pinpoint star in a cedar waxwing’s eye; that sets fire to the cloud breath of a sky dragon at sunrise; that turns an incoming wave to liquid gold–is breaking through the circle, too.


About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2020 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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10 Responses to Circles of Light

  1. scillagrace says:

    Beautiful gallery and thought-provoking idea : breaking through the circle. Thanks for sharing your perspective!

    • Stephanie says:

      A belated happy new year to you, scilla! I’m enjoying all your photos and posts. Sometimes I’d swear we have the same brain space (I immediately jumped to “Seasons of Love” when I saw the seasonal prompt, and wonder if you also began humming “New York State of Mind” at yesterday’s weekly photo challenge prompt?).

  2. Allan G. Smorra says:

    “…the cloud breath of a sky dragon at sunrise…”
    What a beautiful phrase, Stephanie. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us.

  3. Dalo 2013 says:

    A beautiful way to bring in the New Year ~ a great post and best to you with your writing and photography in the New Year. Cheers to a great 2016.

  4. Marie Keates says:

    They come to us in dreams to give us comfort I think. Beautiful post, as always.

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