Sitting in the Dark

I've been sitting in the dark a lot lately. Hiding, really. My mental health struggles come with some anxiety that sometimes has me hiding literally under the bed, making company with the dust bunnies and my nightmares.

But I've also been reminded that the dark is not a bad place. In the cosmos, creation happens in the dark. Where we drape our churches white at the end of this season, some cultures use black to symbolize new life. Black is the color of the night during which things grow, and blackness is a sign of richness in soil. Darkness is creative. Darkness is life giving.

So I'm trying to be comfortable sitting in the dark, spending time with the microorganisms and fungi that are very much alive, making life possible for the budding things to come.