we grow accustomed to the dark~when light is put away ~as when the neighbor holds the lampto witness her goodbye~
a moment~ we uncertain stepfor newness of the night~then~ fit our vision to the dark~and meet the road~ erect~
and so of larger~ darkness~those evenings of the brain~when not a moon disclose a sign~or star~ come out~ within~
the bravest~ grope a little~and sometimes hit a treedirectly in the forehead~but as they learn to see~
either the darkness alters~or something in the sightadjusts itself to midnight~and life steps almost straight.
~emily dickinson
as usual, miss dickinson got it exactly right. that is what has happened for me, as it always does. "either the darkness alters or something in the sight", just when the darkness is at its darkest. just when i think it will never end and i will feel this way forever, the shift occurs. in this case, i think it was my trip that helped things along. just being away, being alone, doing my thing, it helped me remember what is right and good with my life. and, yes, it is okay to feel sad about my loss, but i don't have to do it in the darkness. i can still appreciate all that i have to be grateful for.
