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Solstice 2015 – Do more than See in the Dark. See the Darkness.

I’ve been thinking about Darkness.

See, the Solstice which is coming is the darkest night of the year. As Pagans, one of the reasons we celebrate it (and there are many) is that one can safely say that, from this point forward, things can only get better. Things are looking up. Solstice is Rock-Bottom as it were…there is no place else to go.

But darkness, you see, is a consequence of light.

We don’t really think about it that way, but everything we see in the world we only see because of the juxtaposition of light and darkness. That lamp on your table has a different shade of color than the wall behind it because one is darker than the other. One is lighter than the other. Nothing can be seen without darkness. Nothing can be seen without light. They are, by their nature, completely and irrevocably intertwined.

I’ve been thinking about my personal darkness. I have PTSD from living with my family. I have an *extreme* need to feel safe. That doesn’t mean I’m afraid walking down the street. It means I hold my friends to this insane level of friendship….to be fair, I offer that in return. I offer truth, even uncomfortable truth, loyalty, dependability in times of need, just as I offer that I take care of myself as often as possible because that is really *my* job, and not theirs. Their job is to care for me when I cannot. My job is to trust them enough to do that job. I try not to waste their time with trivia.

Conversely, I make myself available to them when they need. For some people, sharing trivia is not a lighthearted need…it’s part of the bonding process. It’s not for me, really…I can share trivia with anyone. But my needs, my wants, my thoughts, my life….I only share that with the people I feel safe with. I try to spread it around so no one person gets hit too often…I’m intense, I know that. Not everyone wants that intensity all the time. I don’t blame them. But I know in my heart, that if I *really* need them and tell them so, they will find a way to deal, or they will let me know that they cannot and will help me find someone who can. But they will not, WILL NOT, leave me stranded with no one. It’s invaluable.

So…Darkness….

We live in this country where we are told to look at all things as a duality. Democrat/Republican, Good/Evil, Darkness/Light, Man/Woman, Coke/Pepsi. But there are SO MANY MORE CHOICES in between. There’s a line in Wicked that says, “There are precious few at ease/ with moral ambiguities/ so we act as if they don’t exist.” It’s actually a shortcut our brain uses so we can process things more quickly. Stereotypes are things we use so we don’t have to evaluate each person that we meet. But each person is a PERSON, each person is a smattering of color, with many shades of greys and reds and blues and greens, each color varying in light and darkness. Only by really examining them do we see who they really are.

It’s work for us to do that. We don’t want to work. We are almost all lazy creatures. In psychology we are not taught to refer to someone by their disorder.  If we say, “The Borderline in the corner is having an issue with the PTSD in the third chair,” we have stripped away their humanity, and we have ignored the fact that there may be other reasons, other symptoms, bad days, good days, personal experiences, all the shades of light and darkness in that person. Each patient must be treated as an individual. So, too, should each Teacher, Waiter, Cop, Banker, Soccer Mom, Other Driver on the Highway…with our quick processing we miss the details and make assumptions that may not apply. (Yeah, I know they cut you off….but what if they’re not an asshole? What if they just got a call that their child is in the hospital? What if they’re driving to the emergency room right now? You just don’t know do you?)

But it’s easier not to think. Part of our darkness is our laziness. It’s okay to have it. Pretending we have no darkness is the problem. Part of our darkness is our envy, our jealousy, our anger, our fear, our weakness, our shame, our privilege…all of those things we don’t want other people to see. We tuck them in the corners so other people won’t look at them and pretend we don’t have them.

People tell me I am brave to share myself like this. That I inspire, or whatever. That’s not really what I’m doing. That’s the shortcut. That’s the stereotype. Part of this is darkness…part of this is knowing that, if I expose myself and show my weakness, no one can sneak up on me and hit me in the back of the head with it. By laying it out on the table like this, I take it away from the list of weapons that can be used against me. I hate fear. It makes me angry, so angry so fast I can’t explain it, it’s like a sudden fury that takes me over. It’s not a pretty sight. This is me killing fear. I don’t really care much if you watch. It just something that IS.

For Solstice Blessing this year, (And by the way, every time I do these blessings, part of the work is that you receive it by reading it, the more you pay attention, the more you focus and absorb, the more you understand, the more of the blessing you get. If you skim, that’s not my problem) I hope you see, really see, your darkness.

I hope you see that the only power it has over you is that you try to keep it in the dark. Secrets only have power because they are secret. That power thrives in darkness. Look at what I’m doing here, I shove it into daylight, and suddenly you believe me to be strong, but it’s not true, it’s just Darkness and Light. It’s just me dragging it from one place to another. It’s taking it from the dark place, where it only has power over Me, and dragging it to the light place, where it loses all power it ever had on me.

Your Darkness. May you own it and put it on the table before you in the light. May you forgive it and love yourself whole. See it. Honor it. Let it go. Forgive it. Move on. Believe me. Other people are too busy hiding their flaws to care if you expose yours.

We are approaching rock-bottom, y’all. Look at it and see it for what it is. Because very soon, there will be no place to go but up.

You were made to glow in the dark. With this I thank my sparks in the darkness.

So mote it be.

A dash of strength for the solstice.

This Pipeline thing is amazing.

On the one hand, it’s alot of work. It’s not overwhelming work…it’s just a little bit more concentrated than the regular school year for me, and it’s not an unreasonable amount…but it does take focus. Every extra moment I have is spent on the work. It’s easier because Rob is studying for the bar, so we don’t bump into each other too much. It’s also an amazing group of people. I really like everyone…I mean EVERYONE, which if you know me almost never happens. (I get along with everyone, but for the most part I’m probably pretty pessimistic about the asshole ratio in general. I just don’t want to fight with them all the time.) I keep feeling like I’m never going to see these people after Pipeline is over. There’s these monthly colloquia things, but who’s going to have time to catch up with everyone in that short time period? It makes me feel like every moment spent there with every person is precious. I wish I could introduce them to most of you guys…you would love them. All amazingly intelligent and entertaining and witty and just good people.

On the other hand, there is this amazingly intimidating thing going on. Not with the people, mind you. I suppose it COULD be about the people if they weren’t so nice, but I can’t shake this feeling that we’re really all stuck in this together, and I’m not competing with them any more than I’m competing with someone else who buys a Lotto ticket. The thing that’s so intimidating is just GETTING INTO GRAD SCHOOL. There’s a 5 or 10 percent acceptance rate. (which of course, translates to a 90 or 95 percent rejection rate). Theres’ GPA’s and GRE’S, (not to mention the PSYCH GRE, which is a separate test) plus work experience, lab experience, getting published (some people manage to do that before graduate school) presentations, personal statements, letters of recommendation, statements of purpose, (and of course, tailoring those things to your particular schools of choice) and NONE of those have anything really to do with Pipeline, except for they’re trying to hook us up so we do well in those things.

So today someone sees that they’ve posted our pictures in the display case. They’ve put the graduation sash around the pictures, and I look at them and I’m ready to cry.

I’m going to get a degree. I’m going to graduate college. It’s really going to happen. I mean, even if I don’t get into graduate school, I’m going to have a degree. I look at the sash, and the sash goes with the hat and the robes. This is, like, almost 30 years in the making. I so do not take this for granted.

So I was feeling weepy, and was looking for an old poetry piece I wanted to forward to someone about my tattoos to take my mind off of things. I was re-reading it, and it was far too personal to post here…but the last half of it really spoke to me, and gave me the strength and determination to finish this out, no matter how it goes.

= = = = =

I CHOOSE LIFE.

I choose strength and love,

power and pride,

and passion so deep it aches my bones.

I choose LIFE.

the joy of breathing and dancing,

of lovemaking and tears,

of sweat and blood and bone.

I CHOOSE Life.

Not having it like an afterthought.

I reach for that which makes me grow.

I strive for my own needs.

I,

myself alone,

CHOOSE,

an act of power,

of discernment,

of pre-meditated action,

I CHOOSE LIFE

and as I dance and run

and laugh and scream

and spin and drum

and worship

Life marks my dance with color and design

like living neon

like stripes on my skin

like sun on my scales

and I CHOOSE to let her.

Judge these marks all you like.

I choose Life, and these marks show

that Life Chooses Me.

= = = = =

Amen Sistah.

F.A.I.T.H.

Forgetting Appearances…I Trust Her.