the golden fish: it's so very like a soft river

Thursday, August 16, 2012

“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

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.; August 16, 2012 at 4:42 AM
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."; August 16, 2012 at 6:21 AM
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; August 16, 2012 at 8:18 AM
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; August 16, 2012 at 8:19 AM
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.; August 16, 2012 at 5:25 PM
steven said...: linda sue . . . did ya give it back and say no thanks . . . steven; August 16, 2012 at 11:28 PM