"Would that our endangered and dangerous days be remembered, years from now, as a time when some gathered and rose up and, truant no more, learned their lives. Then our learning together will begin to be tethered to something vast and thrilled, and burdened with purpose." Stephen Jenkinson.
Deep in the shadows is often where we are told the truth lies and often where we are most afraid to look.
But is the truth in the shadows really? Or is that very same truth often blazing, brazen in plain sight, but so much harder to see there - mostly, I suspect, because we simply don't want to see it. Do we ascribe the dwelling of truths to the shadows because we are more prepared to see them there, or because they are easier to ignore there?
We say that doubt casts a shadow, and that it is in the shadows that our culture hides it's ugliest faces.
Our destruction of nature is baring it's poisonous fruits. Mankind's destruction of nature, our destruction of nature. The sun here is very hot, the wind very very cold, there is no real ambient warmth most of the time. This is not how an English July is supposed to be.
Be full of gratitude, if you are reading this then your life is honey sweet indeed in very many ways.
What shadow do you cast? Where does it fall? Do you block the sun from another? Is there anything in that shadow that is not yourself?