Musings on darkness and light

I like the darkness

Once I disparaged the darkness.  Part was childish fear of things unknown, while part was the holding from my Christian past that taught that good was light and evil was dark.  I wanted so much to be a part of the good and the light, and yet I always felt as if I walked in twilight, that cool grey that slipped between warm light and cold dark.  And when I let my spirit roam, I slipped into each of those worlds and learned the secrets to be had there.  I still reveled in the light, the shining brightness and explosion of color that could be found there.  But I also learn to slip silently into dark places to appreciate their beauty and silently hear their tales. Continue reading