To Go Into The Dark

". . .go dark, go without sight and find that the dark too, blooms and sings"

Finding a quote that sings has been unusually difficult this week.

You could say I've been traveling in the dark.

These quotes in a reread of Anam Cara by John O'Donohue echo the sentiment:

"Each thing creeps back into its own nature 

within the shelter of the dark. 

Darkness is the ancient womb."

and

"The darkness absolves everything; 

the struggle for identity and impression falls away. 

We rest in the night."

He refers to how we've lost our connection to the normal cycle of

light and darkness of our Earth.

Isn't it poetic that so many are feeling drawn to the natural world

and even, dare I say, into the ancient womb as an antidote

to what's happening in our world?

Has every generation experienced their own version of 

what we're experiencing today?  

We could say that uncertainty is the darkness, isn't it?

What revelation or transfiguration is coming to life

in the womb of this darkness?

Am I hearing music coming from somewhere I can't see?

Namaste'