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GALAXIES by BethAnne Kapansky Wright

I have found as the light wanes and winter solstice draws near that the darkness comes with its own gifts of light...

Alaska only receives about 5 1/2 hours of daylight by solstice time, and its rich, velvet, navy skies present a unique opportunity to connect with the beauty of night. December is a time of year where we are forced to work a little harder to find our joy and light beneath the waxing of the deepening dark and the waning of the sun. 

Galaxies is a reflection on the stars above, the offerings of winter's sky, and the transformation that happens when we learn to take the dark of night and find its gifts. The void is where dreams are formed and imagination gives births to new ideas and new creation. The stars are where we look to find hope amidst the dark. And the night is where our edges dissolve, and we are allowed to further dissolve the shapes and structures that hold us in place in the day and stretch out into a greater space of being, so we- just like the vast galaxies of star-struck skies- can continue to create, expand, and shine. 

This poem was inspired by a star lit evening of dreams, under an Alaskan, December sky. 


Galaxies
by  BethAnne Kapansky Wright

I could lose myself in the tilt
of crescent moon and not find
my way back 'til light of day.

Nighttime is meant for the wanderer.

Those who seek the hidden ways,
who find themselves tucked 
in each losing,
who learn to see the shape of invisible
where the form of naught
once lay.

I could crawl along the tips of skies,
until my knees were scraped with 
ragged sheen and 
calloused stars.

Nighttime is meant for the supplicant.

Those who know grace abounds
when a heart is meek, and a mind is
twined with merciful want:

Show me my place in the order of things.

I could sink into the abyss and count
myself whole among the flight
of shadows.

Nighttime is meant for the veritable.

Those who step into the space of dark
and find themselves
raw,bare,full- -
in the unformed fields of soul's eclipse.

I could stash the cosmos inside
so I gleamed with earnest glow,
to always remember
to transmute 
black into bright.

Nighttime is meant for the alchemist.

Those who learn the secret
is to take the elements Life has granted
and transform them into galaxies

Of ever giving light.



BethAnne Kapansky Wright: I am a Clinical Psychologist who enjoys writing, illustrating and creating. I specialize in dealing with women's issues, life transitions, trauma, grief work, and finding healing in our relationships, especially our relationship with our self. I am a big believer in authenticity, intuition, the power of love, finding laughter and joy, and learning to be more fully human. My essays and poetry have been published in a variety of publications, and I am the author of the poetry books Cranberry Dusk and Freebird Fridays (November 2016, Golden Dragonfly Press). I currently lives in Anchorage, Alaska with my soul mate and our fur kids and my beloved mountains and trails. I can be found on Facebook or on my blog: Sunshine in Winter, here. 



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