I feel a strange kinship with the darkness. It's not something of substance like rocks or water, but it is companion on my life's journey nonetheless.
As I write this, it is Halloween. A day that maybe honours the darkness more than others. Children aren't afraid to go walking after dark to go house to house to collect their allotment of sugar. They hide themselves in costumes. Houses are decorated with ghosts and other creatures of the dark.
I am not a fan of Halloween anymore as the distribution of sugar is not high on my list anymore ... especially to children who really don't need it. The fear factor isn't something I want to promote anymore either. Today, though... let me celebrate the darkness.
Right now I am riding shotgun on our weekly trip to Calgary to deliver and pick up heaters. It is cloudy this morning, so the stars are hidden. So aside from the lights coming from the highway traffic, it is dark. There is nothing to see and nothing to distract a driver from focusing on the road.
Maybe this is the most perfect picture of life. For the most part, we live in the dark; not knowing from one moment to the next what could spring out of the ditch and come in our path.
My dictionary says that darkness is the absence of light. But I prefer to see the darkness as our natural state of existence. Light, whether from the sun or our manmade devices, is an intrusion into our world that we have gotten used to because we seem to value sight more than all our other senses.
In the darkness I don't have to think about what is around me. I can just dwell with my inner thoughts. If I can add some silence to the mix, I can have a moment with no distractions. I think there is where I find peace.
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