I have been recovering from surgery and haven’t picked up my camera in weeks. Really, all I have been doing is resting so I can heal. As much as I miss my ordinary life, resting in darkness is something I am quite comfortable in. So, today I offer you my magnolia blooms in black and white, paired with two of my favorite poets.
(In my sleep, I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
“The Uses of Sorrow” by Mary Oliver
“The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb-time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impressions falls away. We rest in the night.”
May all who need rest take it.