This is Miles, my dachshund. This year he will be 18 years old (126 dog years!) A few years ago he had a back surgery. He recovered nicely but lately he’s looking frail again. No one knows how much time is left.
As I look at him, with the sun beaming past his body and lighting his way, I think that we are all like Miles.
When the sun is behind our backs, the shadow faces forward. It is darker because there is no clarity.
The shadow is a signpost of the past and the future.
If we let it, the shadow is the hazy memory of past failures. It could of a reminder of what we could have been but never was because we didn’t make so.
Or, the shadow can be the nascent self, the better self, if we can only get past the opaque outline and the uncertainty of what that self really is when we arrive.
The sun lights the way. Are we using the light to choose our path or are we staring at our shadow?
Whatever you do, don’t stare too long. The shadow will move, with or without you, to create a regrettable past or a unexplored future.