


“It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
That was a favorite saying of my mom’s growing up. It was her way of assuring me that things always change and usually for the better.
Those words, however poetic, were difficult to appreciate as I stumbled into my teenage years. By that time I had heard the line so much that it rang in my ears like a bad cliche. Like most teenagers I’d roll my eyes at such wisdom.
But I’m older now.
My mom’s words are worth revisiting because there is a deep spirituality in them. A spirituality that is reflected in the Bible and the world’s religions. But that was not enough to convince me. I had to experience it myself...
My most recent dance with darkness was just a year-and-a-half ago when my boyfriend died of a toxic combination of a rare liver disease and bone cancer.
It was the kind of dark where you can’t even see your hand in front of your face.
The dawn first began to emerge slowly. Glimpses of its light propelled me forward. Later I felt the brightness of the dawn burst forth – this time from the inside out.
Were there rewards for this heart-wrenching experience? Yes! Among others, PEACE! I’ve learned how to be kind to myself and love every part including the errors and the flaws.
And I have a new amazing love in my life. ;)
When has your darkness turned to dawn? Where have your profound upheavals created the opportunity for profound change?
(Oh, and before I forget...thanks mom!)
| noranc | such true words
Posted Tue, 05/27/2008 - 13:14
Faun, you are such a happy spirit that it's hard to imagine you in a dark place in your life. I'm glad you found peace and I thank you for sharing such a personal tragedy.
My most recent dark hour would have to be after my miscarriage almost three years ago. It was my first pregnancy, and I was convinced I was infertile and would never have children. Luckily I was wrong.
Nora
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