The call to a time of reflection and going inside is scary to those of us who need to keep busy to feel worthy. We can turn on the headlights and stay on the go, in most cases, and keep the shadows at bay. But sometimes, we get the double whammy of disaster in this season of darkness. The death of a loved one, the death of a dream, the death of a relationship, feels especially cruel at this time of year. The paralysis of grief keeps us from running away, and we are left to face the night that surrounds us, and that lives within us.
Holiday lights are a blur, music annoys, and parties are an affront.
Even when we have accepted that life goes on, we are often at a loss, of knowing what to do with the painfully sharp pieces of our broken hearts. It says, God liked what he saw in the darkness, and only then ordered the two to be separated into day and night. I submit that it is in the midst of the dark that we can best see the light. I'm not advocating rushing out of the dark or pretending it isn't there. Au contraire, my little sistahs.