Serendepity: Souls See Best In Darkness
Our season of grieving deepened today as we learned one of our professors has begun her hospice journey. She has fought cancer valiantly and lived to see remission and the gift a new lease on life can bring. But the monster has fought back and her cancer has spread. She went home today with the help of hospice support.
It's easier to speak of death as a journey when the one dying is old, when the one dying is a stranger, when the one dying is ready to go. Today death sounds more like a deep abyss I wouldn't wish on anyone, especially not this friend.
In a book I'm reading for class, the author talked about how we've screwed up our symbols and thereby screwed up our reality. Darkness isn't bad, he argued, it is necessary. It is in darkness that we rest, in darkness that we dream our deepest dreams, in darkness that we find the strength to continue on.
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