When I was a kid I spent a lot of time with my paternal grandparents. They lived on a small farm, which at night was extremely dark. Like a lot of young kids I had a fear of darkness, which I eventually grew out of. My parents solved this problem at home with a nightlight and when I went to spend the night at my grandparents, I asked my grandmother if there was also a light I could keep on. She told me that there was a magical light that would appear, but I had to lay in bed in the darkness and wait for it. So I did just that. Several minutes passed and it was true, eventually the room was filled with light. Of course I eventually learned that eyes can adjust to darkness given time, and pick up a lot of detail. The nightlight actually got in the way of that sensitivity. I think about this sometimes in my yoga practice. There’s so much we can miss if all we do is bright, intense things. If we want to experience some of the more subtle things it might be that we just have to sit and wait for our senses to adjust.