Light and Shadow

“Salmon Berry Blossom on Black Water” Lynn Schooler

The impetus for this post was the beauty of our solar eclipse with its dramatic changes of light.

Chiaroscuro

  • :  pictorial representation in terms of light and shade without regard to color

  •  :  the arrangement or treatment of light and dark parts in a pictorial work of art:

  • the quality of being veiled or partly in shadow

Merriam-Webster

 

Inside every living thing, no matter how beautiful, if opened fully enough was darkness. A Trick of the Light Louise Penny

 
If you have ever spent time in the company of the dark emotions, you too may have received subtle messages from friends and strangers alike that you were supposed to handle them and move on sooner instead of later. Some of us have even gotten the message that if we cannot do this on schedule, we may not have enough faith in God. If we had enough, we would be able to banish the dark angels from our beds, replacing them with the light angels of belief, trust, and praise. Greenspan [Healing Through the Dark Emotions by Miriam Greenspan] calls this “spiritual bypassing”—using religion to dodge the dark emotions instead of letting it lead us to embrace those dark angels as the best, most demanding spiritual teachers we may ever know…The emotions themselves are conduits of pure energy that want something from us: to wake us up, to tell us something we need to know, to break the ice around our hearts, to move us to act.

Learning to Walk in the Dark Barbara Brown Taylor

 

Lynn Schooler photo used with permission

 

 

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Wake Up!

washelli cemetery

 

I have honored the place of synchronicity in my life for a very long time.  Five years ago my explanation of Carl Jung’s theory was met with incomprehension, so I gave my companion the example of Jung’s scarab beetle on the window sill.  The beetle made a ruckus just as Jung’s client related her dream about a scarab bracelet.  Jung brought the beetle to her and said, “Here is your beetle.”  When I finished the story my companion reached into her bag and pulled out a photo of a beetle which she had taken the day before.  “And here is your beetle,” she said.

Now, I thought this experience was a bit astounding…until Halloween week, the time of the Thin Veil.  It was the morning of Wednesday, Oct. 28 when my bus took me past Washelli Cemetery, as it always does.  Thirty minutes after I settled back into my apartment the phone rang.  A telemarketer for Washelli Cemetery.  My cremation is already paid for, thank you very much.  I barely had time to recover and the phone rang again.  A telemarketer from a different cemetery.  Before this I had never received such calls.

Yesterday I learned that if my friend dies before I do, some inheritance will come to me.  This person enjoys good health at this time, but I am momentarily unsettled and wary.

Coincidence?  That would be a valid interpretation.  I imagine that such phone solicitation is stepped up Halloween week (imagine having that job). But these synchronous events say something different to me.  They say, “Pay attention.”  That’s all.  Let go of the panic to figure it all out and control it.  Watch and wait.  I begin my day with this prayer:

Divine Spirit moving through the universe,
I open myself to the possible connections you put before me today.  I will pay attention and facilitate the connections as I am able. May it be so.  Amen.

And the hits just keep on coming.  You may enjoy this recent award-winning film, “What Is Synchronicity?”:

https://vimeo.com/ondemand/synchronicity

The Stranger

The Stranger

With unseeing eyes
Hollowed from a dozen
Imposters’ faces,
I squint at the emerging
Stranger
Traversing regally through
My life.

Each counterfeit countenance conveys
A piece of the truth, and
“The play is the thing
Wherein I’ll catch
The conscience of the King.”
A questionable cast of characters all:
Control.  Fear.  Manipulation…

Curtain call
Brings them all on stage.
Kudos and bravos for
Truth learned and support loaned.
They fade with dimming lights and
The Stranger takes center stage,
Hostage no more.

© rita h kowats 2013
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