Bless you who are in the dark–may you find light in everyday things.

This blessing is a product of great pain. It was only through accepting my pain–the fact of it–instead of struggling against it that I began to find comfort in the everyday. The plain, homely events and interactions that are the true bread and butter of our lives.

And darkness is not to be feared or hated. Rot, decay, death come in their time and become the humus feeding the roots. The teeming darkness gives birth to the topside flower.