After a long walk down a dark overgrown path,
I am starting to see the light that first called me to this journey through the darkness.
Each step that I take through this dark wood
moves me further from the skeleton that once housed a constricted version of my soul.
(Photo by Jairo Alzate)
My eyes have become accustomed to the seemingly endless darkness, and while this is not my home, I know I am safe in this wild wood.
My dark protectors stand by me,
even as the flame of my last candle is snuffed out.
It is the voices of these guides that lead me through the murkiest parts of myself.
As I peer through a thick forest of trees,
I can see the sun as it peeks above the rugged cliffside
for the first time in what feels like years.
The sun itself is almost unrecognizable.
But the warmth feels blissfully sweet as it beats down on my ivory skin.
As the heat reaches my cold, shivering, soul,
I can feel the changes beginning within my cells.
Each step towards to the light brings me closer
to the wisdom I have been searching for.
Each step helps me integrate the hard lessons I have learned in this dark forest.
With each step I remove another layer of the constructed, society-approved shell.
A synthetic veil that I have been wearing for too long.
The trees are less dense now.
Large patches of light break up the once impenetrable darkness.
The sweet smell of fresh earth and recent rain fills my senses.
I begin to move more slowly,
the warm sun beckons my tired bones to rest in her golden rays,
too tired to continue, too tired for this enormous transformation.
“But you must keep going, you must keep growing,”
I hear the guides whisper.
I remember that the light is what called me down this path,
but it is not all that I seek.Without the light, I may be unaware of my own impressive potential,
but it is not all I seek.
My pace picks up again, and my feet strike with more intention.
The roots scurry out of my way as I continue to grow and move down that path.
With each passing patch of light
the darkness seems to take up less space,
my eyes slowly adjust,
and I can already feel my skin glowing pink from the sun.
My guides remove their dark hoods to reveal their true forms.
It was in that moment of breathless expansion, into the bright sunlight that I remembered,
I was a seed.
In that moment, my whole life flashed through my mind,
and I saw that this was just the beginning.
This was just one of many long winters
that I would have to walk through,
But that’s where the magick is, in the dark wood.
In the light,
I can integrate and reflect,
on every hard lesson and broken bone I survived in the dark.
In the light I can find comfort anywhere,
The warm golden rays of the sun can heat me straight through to my soul.
But it is the shivering, cold darkness that will open the soul up and let it explore.
Through the dark, the seed grows.
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