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THE FIRST TIME I REMEMBER FALLING IN LOVE WITH DARKNESS WAS DURING A METEOR SHOWER.

 IT WAS MY FIRST YEAR AT CAMP IN NORTHERN MICHIGAN AND THE SKY WAS PERFECTLY CLEAR.  WE BROUGHT OUR BLANKETS UP TO THE TOP OF A GRASSY HILL AND LAY THEM OUT UNDER THE BLANKET OF STARS.  WE WERE UP LATER THAN OUR SCHEDULED BEDTIMES BECAUSE THE COUNSELORS DIDN’T WANT US TO MISS THE EXPERIENCE AND I’M SO GRATEFUL.  

AT FIRST, WE JUST WATCHED THE STILL SKY AND CHATTED AND GIGGLED AS 12 YEARS OLD TEND TO DO.  BUT THEN THE METEORS STARTED STREAKING ACROSS THE SKY AND THE WHOLE HILL BECAME SILENT AS WE LAY TRANSFIXED BY THE SIGHT.

 IT WAS A HOLY MOMENT, A HOLY HOUR EVEN.

 SINCE THAT TIME, SO MANY OF MY MOST SPIRITUAL MOMENTS HAVE HAPPENED IN THE DARK; SINGING AROUND A CAMPFIRE, WATCHING THE AURORA BOREALIS FROM A BUTTE IN NORTH DAKOTA, WALKING DOWN A MOONLIT ROAD OUTSIDE OF PORTLAND, AND IN THE NIGHT FEEDINGS OF EARLY MOTHERHOOD.

WHENEVER I FEEL OUT OF CONTROL, OVERSTIMULATED, CRANKY, AND NONSPIRITUAL I TURN TO THE DARKNESS TO RESETTLE AND BEGIN AGAIN. 

I TRY TO SEE THE DIVINE IN THE EVERYDAY EXPERIENCES OF LIFE;

MY MORNING CUP OF COFFEE,

THE MOMENT RIGHT BEFORE SOMEONE LAUGHS,

THE FEELING I GET WHEN I HEAR A SONG FROM MY CHILDHOOD,

THE SOUND OF RAIN AT NIGHT,

OR AN UNEXPECTED MOMENT OF CONNECTION WITH A STRANGER.  


I LIVE WITH MY HUSBAND, JOHN, AND OUR 2 CATS, ARTEMIS AND MOXIE AND OUR SON, QUILLEN IN SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.