November 29, 2021
It’s Monday. Just by looking at the wall next to my staircase, I can tell that December is fast approaching.
Most of the year, an outside overhang blocks the sun from ever hitting the old windows in our front door. But as the days grow shorter, darkness draws in, and winter gloom comes knock-knock-knocking on my door, a funny thing happens. By late November, the sun reaches a low enough arc in the sky to once again hit the glass and delight me with this light show. Take that, gloom.
We may have less light in the winter, but we have much better shadows.
“So don't be frightened, dear friend, if a sadness confronts you larger than any you have ever known, casting its shadow over all you do. You must think that something is happening within you, and remember that life has not forgotten you; it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why would you want to exclude from your life any uneasiness, any pain, any depression, since you don't know what work they are accomplishing within you?”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Onwards we go,