Clarity.

Sometimes I meet someone that I can speak pure truth to, without couching the words in regular speak. To use the words that flow out of my heart without altering them to appear less weird. I do that a lot, trying to be unseen by people who may not understand what I mean. It's awful to let myself be seen, only to have a distorted, crazy person be reflected back to me.

So to find someone that I can shine at, and have the shining come back, is beautiful. It doesn't happen often, and it's usually transitory, but it can set me off into the world seeing the Light again. To pass along the ball of Light we give one another. To remember all of the Lightbringers and Truthspeakers I know. To eat from that bowl of honey we find in the forest.