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The blanket of darkness
often brings crystal clear visions.
~Nighttime Reflection by Chava

When I was a little girl, the middle of the night was filled with fear of the unknown. Blood curdling screams would fill my reality as I my parents screeching voices would penetrate the night air. While in reality, they surely didn’t live this ritual every night, it felt like they did because interrupted sleep was always my reality – first because of their outbursts and than because of my reactions to their outbursts. I never did learn to sleep.

Later, years later, as I sat by my father’s bedside during his last days. I distinctly remember coming to the realization that I was grateful to how much healing had taken place from all the childhood drama; it was a good thing because we basically had no more tomorrows; my father’s days were numbered. And yet, my all night vigils brought a little extra healing and peace too. I forgave my father for the pain of my childhood and moved forward as I tried to calm his spirit and love him towards his death. While this brief period of time was hard, it was also trans-formative.  Somehow this time started my journey towards seeing the healing power of darkness.

Unfortunately, the night skies along with the darkness once again became painful a few years later when my oldest son became critically ill.  During this time, I sat in devastation mode, but night was absolutely the worst. Sitting  by the bedside of my very sick teenage son, I knew that his life was nearly over before it began. There were moments when I would drift off to sleep only to wake up in a panic. And yet, he did ultimately thrive! But during his years of healing, it was in the darkness of the night that left me most devastatingly alone. There was no one to call, no one to hold me as I trembled with fear and exhaustion; I was often alone hoping that I could just make it until the sun came up. In those years, the sun always brought a sense of calmness and moving forward, but the moon reminded me that sometimes tomorrows never come.

I love how time has mostly healed what I once thought of the night’s darkness. Over time I have again been able to meet the dark skies with new appreciation. Initially, the middle of the night still brings a moment of angst, but only when I first open my eyes. Easing into wakefulness, I’m often able to find tremendous inner peace leading to the knowledge that calmness will follow. I have grown to love the solitude and the quiet. In the darkness, I find peace with who I am and how I walk in the world; I am better able to navigate the many moving parts of my spirit.  This poem by David Whyte does an amazing job of putting words to how I now feel.

‘SWEET DARKNESS

When your eyes are tired 
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone, 
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark 
where the night has eyes 
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure 
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your home 
tonight.

The night will give you a horizon 
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing. 
The world was made to be free in.

Give up all the other worlds 
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet 
confinement of your aloneness 
to learn

anything or anyone 
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

Louisa - late winter 2015The darkness is where I find what I need, what is good for my soul, and how I will best navigate the world I live.

There is so much power in re-framing the hard stuff. Transformation is possible. 🙂

May darkness always be a gift that allows me to go inward as a means to living in my truth.

Onward with love, light, darkness, & blessings,
Chava

 

 

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November 9

“I always wanted to be someone better the next day
than I was the day before.”
~Sidney Poitier

There are days when I look at myself and I see someone who is terribly flawed. How could I not? I am not half the person I want to be. I’ve yet to write the book that would positively impact the lives of others or tell my stories.  I am not doing enough to make this world a better place. I haven’t given my children enough practical guidance towards navigating their adulthood. My nonprofit organization is nothing but a dream and un-tethered 501(c)3. I am one of the least articulate people I know. And finally, I am an overweight woman that has not done enough to care for myself.

While there are days when I absolutely see myself in these ways, but that is changing. I am slowly seeing myself much differently; I am hearing a very different voice inside my head.

I am blessed to see myself as someone who constantly stretches my spirit and strives to find the AWEsomeness in life.  My warmth radiates into the hearts of so many people that know me. My blog has a way of touching people deeply and is slowly growing in skill and with followers. Aryeh and Dovi, my sons, are deeply connected to me and value family more than words can say. In spite of the near deafness as a child and needing nearly nine years of speech therapy so that I could learn to articulate myself, I can tell stories, give lectures, and connect to a small class or a large audience. Health-wise, I have been on a health journey that has allowed me to lose and keep off a lot of weight over the years.  In June, I started what I hope will be my last segment of my weight-part of my journey – I have taken off 30 lbs to date as well as moving more both physically and spiritually.

There is not only one way to look at my health journey.  Every step I take is leading me to a spiritually grounded foundation.  As I inch towards 50 years old, I am beginning to realize that I EXACTLY where I need to be – landing, stretching, evolving. I am growing into a better me!

Life is a journey that I am actively living.

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