What came to me is the light of innocence... I am going to need to contemplate that one. Because this is not about light banishing the dark, but one that allows for the dark. The moon and the stars need the darkness to be seen. I feel the integration of the polarities are needed here. Maybe innocence is that space of wonder and curiosity that rests without judgement.
I like that. It reminds me of the best of Halloween: dark, cold night full of beaming young children learning that strange doors open by miraculous means for one night only, spilling sweets. We welcome their innocence every year just when days are noticeably shorter.
What came to me is the light of innocence... I am going to need to contemplate that one. Because this is not about light banishing the dark, but one that allows for the dark. The moon and the stars need the darkness to be seen. I feel the integration of the polarities are needed here. Maybe innocence is that space of wonder and curiosity that rests without judgement.
I like that. It reminds me of the best of Halloween: dark, cold night full of beaming young children learning that strange doors open by miraculous means for one night only, spilling sweets. We welcome their innocence every year just when days are noticeably shorter.
Thank you, Renée, the light without a name because it's beyond words.
The light of knowledge