A Dance of Shadow & Light

A few weeks ago, I dreamt I was hiding shadows. Throwing my body against the door that held them in. Listening through the crack, as they asked to be set free.

At last I opened the door. They came out in a rush , engulfing everything in an inky black darkness. I started to panic, wondering if I’d ever see the light. 

The shadows brushed against my skin. I exhaled deeply and then I breathed them in. The light reappeared so quickly, I had to shield my eyes. It felt as though I was seeing light for the first time. Dark and light moving through me with each new breath. Fully at peace. A perfect death.

I think life often bleeds into our dreams..

At least for me it does. This one isn’t very hard to interpret. When I hide my shadows or the “darker” parts of myself, I’m not experiencing true peace. I’m not experiencing light. What is light without darkness? They need each other. This concept is everywhere. In every story ever told. Because of darkness, there is light. We can only experience going up because we have fallen down. I’m slowly starting to embrace the stumbling of life because of the lessons that exist only there, in the stumbling. Life is a beautiful mess of shadow and light. Intertwining like long lost lovers, craving each others touch. Steadying us, while also pushing us forward. Like a mother bird knowing the only way to get her babies to fly is to let them fall.

It’s letting the rhythm of a song you don’t know, move you. And I must admit.. I quite like this dance