It is dark now, after a long day of light darkness comes now , finally, after 10 pm.
The woven woods are raised, but darkness seeps through the cracks.
Darkness does that. It is always seeping through the cracks in my life where I try to plug it up, wanting only light.... diffused, thank you.
Isn't it evident that darkness is just part of the cycle of light? Yet darkness is resisted by everyone. Oh, it's ok when it is dark with a full moon combined with romance, or a starry night, but what about the darkness inside each of us that stirs us , making us want to resist it?
The dark signifies psychological darkness; the enigmatic, the dark nights of the soul, sadness, failure, defeat, loneliness, despair, grief, broken hearts, fear, broken dreams, confusion, dreams, process.
View From Mt Adams at dawn (C) Sherry Stewart 2004The dawn and dusk are also points on the continuum of that cycle that includes, light, dark... the seed growing, the life forming, signify the unknown, and unseen, the mysterious, as much the life force as light; sun, the fruit of labor, the wine, the birth, the flower, the success, and joys.. We celebrate all that is seen and unseen when we embrace the whole of life, it's bright and dark sides, just significant parts of the same whole, a space along a continuum of forever.
Why is it dark and light are always revealed at separate times? Light during day, dark at night, inside our homes we cry hiding our tears falling onto our pillows. A kind of shame, tears and fears are.
We're not supposed to be afraid, but we all are. Sadness is rejected, but it is the other side of joy. It's ok for joy to creep in, in fact, we're supposed to be joyful, happy, but sadness, uh oh..now there is problem!! We stay busy to keep the dark at abeyance. Not supposed to be afraid, we burn wicks in the dark to fend off the spirits of the dark, as if it were evil.
The dark is the female energy; the Mother, or "Holy Spirit," the miracle in secret, rich composted earth, the caves and streams, blood and musky scents, everything is born of her, a flower springs from her dark secrets, the tiny seed buried in her bosom..what ever takes place unseen, unborn, to come to life. To venture out into the light of day, the blue sky, the sunshine. Water, surely water is the One that creates all life, never judges, just recycles from life to death to life again, through clouds, and rivers, streams, and oceans, from bodies of the dead moisture is reclaimed, us included, decaying in the earth, what is decay but a recycling of water...releasing that life once again to create another life.
What then is water? That non judgmental life force, giving and receiving life to all. It plummets with bodies into graves, takes back it's moisture to replenish it on a new leaf, bud, and infant.. evaporating from life, into life? From earth it soars into the skies, at night and at day.
Water is the creator and sustainer of life here on earth, it is both male and female, it travels between the worlds of light and dark..It is whole and eternal, what we hope we are, and must be, for we are made of that precious beautiful life giving liquid.
Storm at Ivars in Mukilteo (c) Sherry StewartThat watery world, how she balances, and creates, and destroys, builds and rebuilds. How she embraces us all, and lets us return to her again and again. Oh beautiful liquid life force. I sit by this river you are, under the cloud you are, myself , "is you"...you are of earth and sky...I see your completeness, and expansive beauty that is everywhere, and I am not separate from you, them, life or process.
Everything I read speaks of how we aren't supposed to be afraid, and of what fear creates, but fear is as viable as force for creation of good as any force is. From anxiety, and depression we change direction. From too much light and joy unbalanced with knowledge of our own darkness, we sink into a kind of decadence, unable to understand those in pain; we teach, preach, and tell them what to do instead of lovng them. We aren't here to save anyone, just to love ourselves and others. Nothing is good or bad, except we make it so.
My midnight musings...
