She did it, and to her horror – “It kills me to say this,” she lamented – she got happier.
Floundering in my doldrums, I thought maybe that’s a good antidote. Negativity is really just complaining internally, so maybe I’ll just try repeating those words to myself whenever I have a negative thought…
She was right. It works! The problems are still there, of course, but the words let the light in, and the darkness is never quite so dark after that.
Song of Light
For Selma Baraz and her son James, who brought light into the darkness by reminding me that I am truly blessed
Blessed is the Light
Flower of life
that opens my heart with joy
from deep within
Generous is the Light
that does not scorn the shadows
though they scuttle before it
like discombobulated dreams
Friendly is the Light, and tranquil
holding me like a child
and filling me with peace
Do not ask me to explain
Words are themselves
made of Light
and so cannot define their substance
but can only sing.