“The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. On this shore, we've learned most of what we know. Recently, we've waded a little way out, maybe ankle-deep, and the water seems inviting. Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return, and we can, because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.” ~~~Carl Sagan
"No thought, no action, no movement, total stillness: only thus can one manifest the true nature and law of things from within and unconsciously, and at last become one with heaven and earth."
“Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.” ~~~Kierkegaard, Søren
"In the depths of winter,
I finally learned that within me
there lay an invincible summer." Albert Camus
By now, I am quite convinced that I am afflicted with S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Our house has north-facing windows and there never seems to be enough light. The lights inside the house are low-level and usually off, as my husband likes to save energy (I swear he was a nocturnal animal in his last lifetime).
I crave sunlight in winter. Michigan skies are most commonly filled with stratus clouds. They may vary in their thickness but all seem intent on obscuring a sun that lost its enthusiasm months ago. The house becomes a cave. Despite my husband's and my joint commitment to be energy-efficient, I find myself turning on lights in the middle of the day.
And I buy flowers. Bright yellows. Deep blues. Rich reds. Anything to catch my eye and remind me of brighter days. Colors to bring back that first thrill of spring's arrival and the anticipation of pale, tender greens bursting forth. Colors to bring back the warmth of summer and the lazy sound of Cicadas filling the hot, humid air.
I create sunlight with every meditation and let it fill me, let its intensity shine deep into my shadows, let its warmth spill over me, soaking gently into my skin, or let its brilliance radiate out from within me to light my surroundings. Anything to remind me that the dark is only part of a natural cycle and I will survive the gloom that comes with S.A.D.
I wonder how people in older days survived these months.