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INTO THE DARK AGAIN by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

  Here we are, entering into the longest nights of the year… Though we have created our world so that we might have light all the time, the darkness still finds its way into our psyche, into our soul. What a gift it is to wrestle with ourselves, though it doesn’t always feel like a gift. There are two poems that radically shifted my own perception of darkness: Rumi’s “Night Goes Back” and Rilke’s “You Darkness.” In both of the poems, the poets declare to the night and the dark, “I love you.” I remember at first being shocked by this, but perhaps that shock is part of what helped to cut a door into darkness that I, too, could eventually walk through.  Into the Dark Again by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Dark and getting darker— nothing to do but to make of the body a home for darkness, to open every secret drawer where we hide our private darknesses. Who knows what might happen then? How immeasurable we are. It is only terrifying until it becomes ...

LISTEN by Ruth Calder Murphy

There’s a voice in the darkness… And it’s mine... This poem came out of darkness - the creeping realisation that I’m once again stranded in the cold gloom with all the old doubts and anxieties and the feeling that my voice, if it exists at all, is a weak and puny voice that has very little of value to say… Yet, as I listened, the voice grew stronger and I started to pay attention to it - to my voice, opening like flowers and becoming powerful. A creative voice - a whole symphony of voices -  giving birth to wonder and beauty and, finally, to Me, Myself, again. The darkness ebbs and flows and sometimes, when it comes rushing in,  it’s like the first time, all over again and I have to relearn lessons I thought I’d got the hang of years ago. The difference is that each time, the voice that teaches me becomes more familiar and I know, increasingly, that I can trust it. I will listen and I will hear: My own voice, banishing the dark. Listen by Ruth Calder Mur...