Originally Posted 7/30/17
Week 27.... Dark Nights of the Soul.... break the chains that bind your Soul... Embrace the Light...
Each of us journey through those Dark Nights whether we want to or not. It is the only way we grow. It is if we allow those Nights to suffocate us that we lose who we are. Yet, if we embrace the Light while in the midst of a Dark Night our Soul is set free to be who we came here to be, who we've always been without the trappings of this world. The hardest thing a Soul does is survive what is placed in front of it to force it to grow.
Please.... do not allow ANY Dark Night to suffocate you!
Dawn Kiss published a note.
August 21, 2010
and the Friday Sessions come to life....
"I pray the Angels are watching over you... keeping you safe and making you happy. This is something I used to hear my Grandma say more times than not when it came to neighbors who were going through a hard time or a child who always seemed to be unhappy. There were even a few times that it was directed at me. Looking back I can see why." This was the beginning of yesterday's session.
Today I spent the day within my memories of my Grandma's attic. I felt like that little girl who was so tired of hurting. Grandma's attic has called to me bringing back vivid memories. Come with me... into my memories... into Grandma's attic.... share these memories with me....
"The roof is peaked high in the middle. There is a double bed with an antique quilt on it when you first go up the stairs. I always loved to curl up there and read. My sanctuary... no one hurt me there. Straight past the bed by the window on the right are three secretary bookcases filled full of books. Poetry, short stories, cook books... all kinds. Let's see which one calls to me this morning. How about Blake. He was always one of my favorites... him and Poe. The Raven was my all time favorite. Here is one of Blake's that I used to read as a child. Morbid... yes... but oh so fitting as I had grown up. Never free... always crying... never allowed to simply be a child... never allowed to find joy in life and openly share it with the world.... except for in Grandma's attic. My safe haven... my world where I could live as who I am without being crucified. Come spend some time in Grandma's attic with me.... come see where God set me free."
The Garden of Love
I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
There were two responses to that post back in 2010...
Joani Miller -- saddens me....... ♥ ♥
Dawn Kiss -- Don't let it Joani....without who I was...I wouldn't be who I am. Those were dark days for me. Every so often they creep back into my memories...like this time. They dredge up stuff...like this time. I'm almost out of the Dark Night of the Soul that has come this time. Dark Nights need to happen for me to grow. Growth is welcomed...it is a huge part of life. I welcome life. I loved my Grandma's attic...a safe haven...every child...every soul should have one.
and why am I up at 3:33am? Another Dark Night....