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I’m a big fan of the dark. I love it a lot! What writer doesn’t love a character with a little darkness and conflict? Is there any better way to show the light in a character than by seeing it through his darkness?
The darkness is the realm of dreams and sleep. Bears hibernate, people bundle up and hunker down. I don’t know about you, but I’d happily go to bed at seven pm when it’s dark by four. And snuggling down under a nice thick duvet is one of the best things about the long winter nights. In the dark we reflect on what’s past. In the dark, we sleep and dream, and prepare for the return of the light.
The main reason I love the darkness is because it’s an exquisite showcase for the light. You can’t see light without darkness. And what that dark reveals is sometimes stunning. Ask anyone who has ever looked at the stars on a moonless night. Ask anyone who has ooohed and awed over the sparkling lights on their Christmas tree. Ask anyone who has huddled around a campfire telling ghost stories. It takes the dark to show off the light.
We humans know that deep in our bones. We’ve known that from the dawn of time. To me that’s what makes this season so special, so set apart from any other time of the year. It’s dark. It’s dark in the morning. It’s dark in the late afternoon. It feels like it’s been dark for-friggen-EVER! The days are short. And then it’s night and night and night …. Here in the UK, even when it’s day, it’s gloomy. But we know, we just KNOW like it’s some instinct inside us, that the light is coming back. Honestly, I’ve never felt the kind of anticipation I do this time of year. When I was a child, I anxiously looked forward to Santa Clause coming, but I don’t need Santa now. I don’t need gifts. Something even more amazing than Santa Clause and pressies and tinsel and trees is about to happen. The darkness has reached the tipping point. It’s as dark as it’s gonna get. And then … And then … Get ready for it. It’s time for the darkness to give it over and show off the return of the light.
Oh it’s not much at first. It isn’t even really noticeable. The Solstice comes and goes quietly and then like a coy seductive strip tease, the light is revealed, slowly, tantalizingly, flirtatiously. While we may not see it at first, we feel it in our gut, we feel it with a restless excited certainty that’s always there even if we can’t quite say how we know. And then, as the darkness gives up its best kept secret, that it’s the revealer of light, we look to new beginnings, new growth, new revelations that the light always brings. And we can’t help it really. We can’t help feeling like everything has been transformed and made new – axial tilt and chronobiololgy make room for a little raucous celebration and a whole lot of hope for what the light may bring.
Here’s to the light, my dear friends, and the velvety darkness that reveals it. Happy Holidays.