“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right things, the dawn will come…you don’t give up. – Anne Lamott
The thin, precarious line between hope and darkness is at times arduous to travel. Some days are light, filled with joy and effervescent smiles. We skip through moments with childlike wonder. Other days are dank. A choking gall permeates the filaments of breath.
How do we navigate between the light and the dark? How do we continue to travel this world where the monsters in our closets come out with fierce frequency to wreak destruction on the innocent? How do we walk the path of promise where magic continues to grace us with tenderness for ourselves and for others?
Today the news was a despairing pit of gloom. Grief is in the room. How do we heal the brokenness? How do we gather hope in the face of such utter hatred?
The answers are not simple. They aren’t in changed Facebook profile pictures or prayer hand emojis. Today we scream at evil. We acknowledge the devil. We beat our hands against our bruised chests. Tomorrow, though, we will cautiously begin to believe again in love and grace, and hope the light peeks out of the desolation to show us dawn has broken.
As Anne Lamott said, we need to show up. We are the light when it is the darkest.
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.” – Bram Stoker, Dracula