Darkness approaches silently, on the heels of fog and the cold breath of the moon. It moves through the trees and touches their bare limbs lovingly. It leaves tears behind it, its own heart aching and lonely. The world is difficult to hold, to comfort, but it wraps her in its cloak and whispers...rest.
Breath and rest. Be loved and be silent. Heal yourself and let me cleanse the hurt with cold winds and snow. Sleep and wait for me. I will come.
The Dark Season is unfolding before us now, with all the wisdom of the earth available to sample and make our own. After I finish this post I am taking to the trail to run in the rain. I want to feel the soggy leaves under my feet and breathe in the scent of their decay. I want to make my way through the fog of morning and imagine what might be around the next bend, sleeping under limestone outcroppings, watching me from the woods above.
I want to know Darkness intimately and let it in, let it be inside me feeling my heart and soul. Death of all that was before and rest for all that is ever after. Over and over we circle together, Darkness and I, down the spiral staircase to the basement of myself. And there we will rest until Imbolc brings the certainty of the Light.