Yesterday one shimmer of light came with the play of light and shadow on this harvested field. First my eye was caught by the lines of the stubble and the flow of the land, and I recorded this scene just before going in to visit with a friend.
When I came out an hour or two later, the sky had changed and the play of light and shadow was more active, sweeping across the field so that the land itself seemed to shimmer.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.