Darkness Precedes Transformation

Proximity to love, connection, and communion.

I don’t have words really, for what we are witnessing as a world. I know it brings up something different for everyone, to see such lack of regard for human life. Over the years I have spent a lot of time awakening to the illusions we create for ourselves. Whether that be on a larger global scale, or the veils we use for our own protection. What I have come to know from the depths of my being is that darkness does precede transformation. It doesn’t necessarily mean full healing, as that requires honesty, transparency, and a willingness to do so. But darkness has to come first, unfortunately. And sometimes there has already been darkness, so much so that one, or a whole people, cannot imagine more. Yet, we has humans sure know how to create it.

In the wake of it all, we must learn. Or at least, I can only hope we do. I can only pray and have faith that though the darkness brings about grief, anguish, rage, and death, it can also awaken the light. It can churn up the peacemakers, the protestors, the healers, and the beings destined to uncover the truth. Because as much as humans have been trying to eradicate various groups of people based on religion, race, sex, and so on, they cannot. They have never been able to wipe out an entire collective, try as they might.

For us to keep the light on, we must remain in proximity to love. Our own, and the connectedness that for generations has allowed us to survive the unimaginable. In connection and in communion with one another, there is hope. To be of service to one another, to witness one another, to see one another, is what it means to be human. It is what it means to be a soul. If we can just hold onto that…

I don’t think I am alone this week in feeling the weight of the world. The sorrow that can paralyze us and simultaneously put us in motion where we once were not. We can transform. We can make anything from the dust of darkness if we are willing to work together.

Last night I took myself to yoga class. As I wept onto my mat it allowed me to soften and release the week. I exhaled and reminded myself of who I am, why I am here, and I stepped back into my body. I stepped back into my power.

I reminded myself that I can trust my heart, my eyes, and that my heart’s compass knows the way.

May you honor where you are this week. Connect with those you love. Be kind. Be of service where you can. Offer a hand and your heart.

See you out there.

Let’s rise,

ah