Thursday, August 16, 2012

it's so very like a soft river



“someone i loved once gave me a box full of darkness. 
it took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” 

mary oliver


6 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

Yes, a gift indeed, Steven. I love the darkness when I switch off the light after getting into bed at night - there is something soothing about it.

Ruth said...

Awestruck.

Every morning when I get dressed, when I turn off my dressing table lamp, I say "God is love, God is light." Maybe I should add "God is also darkness."

steven said...

darkness as a real event and darkness as an experienced event with no referents other than the sudden or gradual arrival of the rich emptiness of awareness of otherness or difficulty or sadness or whateverness is a teacher as truthful and complete as light. steven

steven said...

i am so glad to see you here ruth! your words are very reminding of the importance of intentionally ending the day . . . . .steven

Linda Sue said...

hmmm, I have been given that "gift" before and I really should have returned it...i accepted it, and so the giver thought I liked it, kept giving me the same thing over and over.

steven said...

linda sue . . . did ya give it back and say no thanks . . . steven