The dark wants more than anything to be LIT. Let us light up the world. …
This was written in three parts in consecutive order over time. I thought they should all appear together in one place as they represent a journey through time and psyche both. …
Here’s the thing…in as much as we cannot abide the pain in others we are unawake to that pain within us…heal ourselves we heal the whole … people who studiously avoid the “negative” are missing out on their own healing…we don’t need to go look for it, but avoidance is denial. … those who need love most…are the ones we studiously avoid …the “difficult” people who’ve been hurt in ways we can’t abide…sometimes others find me to be that person…most readers of this blog perhaps have felt rejected in this way too at one time or another.
Midnight mass is spoken at the end of Christmas eve. I thought this lovely poem first uttered in 1941 would be nice again today for all of us. Have a wonderful holiday however you celebrate and also if you do not. Your brightness is my darkness. I know nothing of You and, by myself, I […]
Your brightness is my darkness.
I know nothing of You and, by myself,
I cannot even imagine how to go about knowing You.
If I imagine You, I am mistaken.
If I understand You, I am deluded.
If I am conscious and certain I know You, I am crazy.
The darkness is enough.
When the path ahead is dark, how can we keep from stumbling? How do we make our way with courage and dignity?