Firelight illuminates
Shadows add depth
We are the sum of both the seen
And unseen
Even to ourselves
Self is blinded perhaps
Most of all.
What rises to the surface
when heat is applied
Reveals things more precious
Than spent time
Sitting in the warmth
But without the heat
I guess it’s a little obscure
Exactly what I mean
But if you’ve never taken a torch
Through the dark night of the soul
Walked with wolves
That howl
And stepped carefully over the writhing
fractured pieces of a young child’s fears,
While you hugged that sobbing
Banshee
close and said
“I’m here”
Fully present
Learning the terrain of terror
And mapping it forever
Well
Nobody knows
And all I can say
Sitting beneath this Leo full moon
Is
It’s worth it
Because once you have tucked all those fully investigated steaming entrails inside again
Nothing lurks in the dark
At the edge of the firelight
Unseen and unprovoked
Instead
They’re all inside
And you greet those broken folk
Gently
Good morning shadow
My friend
And they nod
Acquiescent
And obedient
To your command
A dramatic way of saying – I know myself better for having walked through the shadow side in 2025.
I am so grateful for the awful events that on the surface any normal person would avoid but once inside the inescapable you find – layers of self that are revealed, old habits that die hard, all the mess that needs sorting in inner rooms. So you set about straightening and tidying and changing.
And when you finally emerge from what you never would have gone through by choice – the whole world is different. Because you are.
Done with that – welcome in 2026, forward facing feet and let old skins, blow away on the wind
