Embrace the darkness.

When your eyes are tired, the world is tired also. When your vision is gone, no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

~David Whyte, from “Sweet Darkness”

There are so many, many things I have yet to say. There is so much I want to do to make up for time lost and for opportunities squandered. I have so much to teach, and yet so much to learn. There is so much time to be spent cultivating the garden that is my heart.

I wished for freedom, and I can almost taste it. Almost. Until then, I embrace the darkness while I wait for the sun to rise over my new life.

A heart shaped box

A few random thoughts I had tonight, while reveling in the glorious silence of my living room:

Love is a gift, given as a representative of the giver's esteem, admiration and affection. The receiver can tear off the paper, excited only about what might be inside the box, never noticing the time and effort the giver has put into its trappings, or it can be unwrapped slowly and savored, bit by bit - the perfectly measured cuts, the careful creases, the ribbons and bows chosen thoughtfully - every lovely gesture noted, appreciated and treasured as much as the actual token itself.

Like a delicate rose, when tended with the utmost care, love can bloom beautifully and weather each season for eternity. When neglected however, beware its thorns. It will wither and die on the vine, never to be seen again.