Saved by the dark

It’s easily misunderstood that if someone is depressed, or in a dark space, that the solution lies in the offering of light, something uplifting, positive.  I experience depression as an endless cyclic process within which both dark and light have a place and within both states, peace and beauty can be found.   Strangely, it’s knowing the endlessness of these cycles  that keeps me going.  Understanding that I won’t be stuck in any given moment forever – particularly one of darkness and despair.    And it’s the constant recognition, vigilant patrol and transformation of these dark spaces through my writing and art that keeps me bouyant and moving.   Last night,  I found shelter under the dark night sky.   Stillness and beauty in the flow of candle wax.  Comfort from someone who sat silently along side me as I moved through and beyond a dark space.  Resolve through the spilling of words onto the page …

On the night you’ve gone to the dark … look to the black tinsel sky … and see how small you really are … let it shrink for a moment the swell of emotion that engulfs you … anchoring you in your small and fleeting space … so you can feel the splinter of time that holds you here until the next … and as you glance away … sink into the understanding of that moment … because it was truly significant … despite insignificance.     Another poem about consoling, stary spaces – Home So Sweet.