Lighten the Dark

stomach times; font-size: 12pt;”>The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
look times; font-size: 12pt;”>– Rumi

capsule times; font-size: 12pt;”>By Brynne Betz

He sat in his favorite office chair, the green leather one with the cushy folds, every part of him, cradled. His body was happy. His spirit soaked in coveted peace. And his eyes, they were closed, as if to let it all steep.

The phone on the table beeped. An email. Something good no doubt, it’s that kind of day. So he lifted his head and reached out to confirm. And before he could stop himself, he read it all.

Every  last  bit.

Alas his body, his spirit, his energy, began to change.

She didn’t speak, she only shared her written words. On a glowing, computerized screen. But written words with a history behind them, a tone infused into them, an energy of their own rooted in something less than love, something forgetting love, something filled with pain. And meant for him. Thrown at him.

He was open. Wide open and raw. So he felt it, took it, like a blow to the gut. Soon it began to steam inside him, a pressure with no valve. His body turned tight, his fists into hard round balls. His eyes grew smaller, his face grew harder. He clenched his jaw and righted his shoulders back to where they belonged. He stopped being open. He stopped being raw. His armor was back into place and he was ready for battle.

But then Something happened.

He saw himself. He watched himself. And he didn’t like what he was. So he took a deep breath, and decided to transform the darkness Into Light.

He went to the kitchen, brewed up some special coffee and poured it into two of his favorite mugs. The sun was barely up. Surely they didn’t have time to make it yet for themselves. So he would bring it to them. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He had broken something inside. A damn. A steel encasement. The armor around his heart.

The darkness will not win. Not today. Not inside me. For I am love And love, Is me.

They thanked him. For the coffee. And yet another layer peeled off away. Their eyes smiled with Light. Light borne of darkness, transformed by a love-filled heart.

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Remember your power to transform darkness into Light. In any circumstance, at any moment. When our hearts are open, we receive wounds. But those wounds don’t have to hurt us if we can remember their gift of opening us to the Light. It is easy to feel good when everything is gentle and kind. But to find the Light in the darkness, to let our wounds open us even wider, is a choice, a gift we can give to ourselves. With a little practice and a deeper love for one’s Self, wounds are then merely opportunities …. to be the Light at our core.

Brynne Betz

Brynne Betz

 

Brynne Betz is a lover of the sea, of soft eyes, gentle hearts and the wonder in life that escapes even the best of us. She is trained as a transpersonal psychologist and would love to hear from you. Please visit her website at www.brynnebetz.com or send her an email at [email protected]

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