Silence has a voice that whispers loudest in winter. It prods at our souls and tugs at our dark fabric, revealing it in stark contrast to the white snow. We scramble to gather the threads, hold the pieces and tremble. Looking inward is never easy, but sitting in the dark of winter has a way of bringing our internal darkness to the surface whether in sorrow, depression, a longing for the light or something similar. It encourages us to reflect on the dark material resting in our hands and souls.
We run our fingers through the pieces, pulling away the thin, dark strands to find something hidden underneath. It’s far sturdier. Unbreakable. It’s incredible and beautiful; a bright thread of light, of fine diamonds.
When the darkness seems unbreakable, remember what you carry underneath: a light very much needed in a world filled with dark fabric. Darkness may be our molding, but light lives deep within. None of us were made to remain woven in dark threads. We were made to rip them away and weave them into something beautiful. Just keep digging. Keep seeking. Find the light.
