"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.”
Sarah Williams
As December unfolds, we see it noticeably robbing us of light a little each day. Evenings hastily approaching. December bites hard and is more ominous than the months during autumn. However, in less than three weeks, the sun will linger just a bit longer with each passing day. Day will then be the thief of night.
My opinion of winter has changed over the years. I once was not a fan, but I love winter now, or rather more profoundly, the idea of wintering. Oscar Wilde wrote that, “wisdom comes with winters”, and my belief is that it is nature’s suggestion to rest, restore, and reflect. My soul needs this pause, adjourning the urgency of summer and autumn’s preparation for the cold. Pausing bestows time to nurture myself in ways similar to the buried seed…to rest, restore, reflect.
Studying under the master teacher during my undergrad education, Dr. Jason Holmes taught our unified study classes to create life charts. The eighth graders generated a personal list of thirteen great events and nine not-so-great events that have happened so far in their lives. The positive events were rated a +1 to a +5, whereas the not-so-good events were -1 to -5. The events were then chronologically graphed. Upon reflection of the charts, students realized that with every low, there is an ascension, and with every high, there is a descent. Change is undeniable.
When we open our hearts to love and relationships (the high), one of you will leave this world first (the low). Referencing Sarah Williams words, darkness settles in our hearts as our loved one’s light dims. But the true measure of our relationship and the love that transpired between it, is the light of the love left, which remains within us. Just as the stars metaphorically symbolize our loved ones, their light continues to burn throughout our lives even in the darkest of nights. Light will return.
Desmond Tutu quotes, “hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” Hope is not flimsy. Emily Dickinson describes hope as taking up residence within the soul; a thing with feathers that can lift and return to us wonderment, acceptance, and peace. Even though loss is overwhelming, it can also strengthen our faith in love and offer hope that we will see them again.
Light overcomes even the darkest of times.