Birth-giving dark

“The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.” ~Joseph Campbell

Crow Mother, Her Eyes, Her Eggs by Meinrad Craighead
Sitting on my couch this week, a story I’m writing continues to unfold. I type on my laptop late into the day until darkness floods the space around me, covering my body like a thick, black cloak. I resist turning on the lights, hardly aware of the passing of time until my husband comes home from work. 

I want this darkness. I invite it in like a sister I never knew. Unfamiliar. Comforting. She stays with me as my story continues, as it opens, deepens, and moves me into unknown corridors. 

Within those corridors, the Dark Mother is ahead of me. Crone Woman, Wise Woman, Mother Night, Mother Winter, Black Widow – weaver of words and time. I follow her, retrieving words from obscurity, revealing a story that wants to be born. Unearthing the story itself is a process of bringing thought into matter, dreams into consciousness. It is a process of restoring balance.... Continue 

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