In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others. ― Brennan Manning
Joy is birthed on the bloodied edge of sorrow's scythe; for death is life's only sine qua non and darkness its sole necessity.
Certitude is the lullaby lie we tell ourselves when things go bump in the night.
She is a child of the night. She is sceadugenga.