“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.”
Sir Francis Bacon
After losing loved ones, the absence is astounding, the silence deafening. The physical state of our own existence has darkened. After some time, I decided to get a puppy to breathe life and happy chaos back into my home. And that indeed is what happened.
When I brought Phoebe Rae Carol Anne into my world, she ushered in persistent energy yet gave me the comfort I was needing. Even during this writing at 5:00 a.m., Phoebe went out twice, and I do believe she is now digging to find the pesky mole that has taken up residence in my backyard. Phoebe was alpha in her litter, therefore, she feels we are equal. She rattles my serenity, but my home is enriched because she is with me.
My dog is “my other” that I talk to, asking her to remind me to put almond milk and eggs on my grocery list. She in turn talks to me; she moves her mouth and makes noises as if talking to me. After watching me raise and lower my blinds, she too pulls the cord back and to the right. Oh, she is a lot.
While it was still light out, I flipped on my outdoor Christmas lights before her afternoon walk. Since she is my other, I “told” Phoebe that by the time we’d return, the lights would be evident; I wanted to see how pretty they were, but I had to wait for the darkness. Whoa…what a revolution!
I am sure Phoebe did not notice how the luminous glow of the holiday gently emerged out from the darkness, but I certainly did. Even in our darkest times, whether it is grief, addiction, disease, unemployment, or alienation, Mahatma Gandhi said, “in the midst of darkness, light persists.”
When planting a tiny seed in the cold dark earth, we wait with faithful anticipation that something beautiful will sprout as it keeps reaching upward and to the light. I can say this after a few years now, but I appreciate the dark times because it taught me love the Light even more. Jim, my parents, my brother…they’ve all given me so much light as they continue working in my life. Although their physical is missed, I feel them in my heart, the recipes I re-create, the music I listen to, and the traditions I carry on.
We need the darkness to see the light. Thank you, Jesus, for your persistent light. Phoebe is now resting below my desk, her paw gently resting on my foot. She can be that too.