Learning that the dark is not simply an absence of light, or a space of deprivation, is on-going. As the dark reveals Her extraordinary dimensions of depth, fertility and generosity, understanding dawns that everything depends on the quality, treasured-ness and restored capacity to care for and tend the dark.
Painting by Barbara Cecil
Once the beauty and power of the dark again find a dedicated home in human being-ness, restoration has begun. Following then the sensing that this is where everything originates, an incomprehensible necessity to learn to sing in the dark arises.
The truest, most pressing, ripest pulsations of initiating impulses rise. Frequencies, each human being’s alone to sing emerge and gather, an aria in the dark, the All that is left, the sacred remains. The Holy place so long neglected.
Long after the human returns to the humus, seeds entrusted from the beings’ broken open hearts, humanity returned, are reseeded and amplified by a collective resonance as the seeing and the singing swell in the dark.
