After taking this image I found myself again wondering why we’re always encouraged to liberate ourselves from the darkness? I know it has a metaphorical meaning, but it also has the effect of always turning darkness in to an enemy.
We are conceived in the dark; our bodies rest and replenish themselves in the dark; shadow gives form and any artist will tell you that the drama happens in the dark. I just cannot think dualistically when it comes to light and dark, or anything else for that matter.
Something I love doing in the evenings is to sit quietly on our veranda and to gaze out at the twinkling lights of our village. It’s in moments like these that I experience the dark holding hands with the light. It gives me great peace.