As Winter overtakes my days, one book reviewer’s words continue to strike a chord:
“One of the things I also enjoyed was that this story took place in a kind world, with supportive and loving folks, despite their past difficulties, even with each other.”
This is the reason that I write – from the belief that this is the world that all of our hearts want – and that all of our hearts are capable of helping to bring it into being.
Our minds can be reinforced in a thousand ways to believe that this is unrealistic and impossible.
Perhaps this is what Carl Jung was pointing to in these words:
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence
is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
Our experience of life in these times can feel harsh and cold and unyielding. Those are the times when our hearts can feel stricken, fearful, confounded.
But like the sun, even in winter, there is always, each day, that waiting possibility of “radiating light throughout the world and illuminating your own darknesses” so that “your virtue becomes a sanctuary for yourself and all beings.”
Those words of Lao Tzu’s, shared a long time ago, capture the timeless essence conveyed in what we remember in every new Season of Light: the light does, indeed, shine forth most brightly, unmistakably, in darkness.