I wrote the other day about struggling with the darkness and grey of winter. Today, my spirits were buoyed with sunshine and blue sky following a deluge. The calm after the storm, perhaps? What I realize today is that the buoyancy I feel may be even more meaningful in the wake of the beauty and sadness of the dark place I traveled these past few days.
When we are mired in crisis, however great or small, it is difficult to see a bigger picture, to imagine feeling anything other than what we feel, and to envision lightness and rebirth on the other side.
I am not a particularly brave woman, yet I have taken risks and changed my life in ways I never would have imagined possible in the immediacy of crisis and the growing pains of change.
Life for me is far from linear, and I am beginning to embrace the dark times and the tentacles that have wrapped themselves around me. Even more, I am learning to breathe through the process of removing those tentacles one by one, of moving through and dancing in the dark. These are times when I learn about who I am and what I am capable of overcoming and becoming.