Sometimes things go flat. Or dull, lacking sparkle. Sometimes this lasts for a while….or longer and fear can rise up in you ….I’m done…good for nothing……can’t think of what I was good for in the first place…..
another fear can arise…..a fear of allowing the flat time….if I do I may never get out of bed or wash my hair again….
I read this David Whyte poem today that puts so beautifully how that flat, dark time can be just where the answer lies to your coming alive again.
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision is gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognise its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.