goes the rain
hitting the ground
streaming down the drain.
It’s not raining today, but it has rained enough recently in Seattle to force my still hooked on summer attitude to shift toward darkness and dampness—and how to appreciate them. My heart and soul have barely emerged from the dark night, and now the weather patterns emulate the cold dark feeling I thought I’d left behind. Time to enter a seasonal appreciation for the night and for the rain…
What is the difference between depression and “dark night of the soul”?
I could post academically minded words about St. John of the Cross (a Carmelite mystic of the 16th century) and his writing, “Dark Night of the Soul” and compare/contrast that with a clinical definition of depression, but that would not suffice. No, I dare to share the imagery from my own mind as means to express the spiritual dimensions of depression and the dark night of the soul. I have experienced both.
This is a blog of a spiritual director, a wandering woman in search of self and home. Then so be it that deeper spaces be publicly explored. Besides, St. John of the Cross’ feast day is soon: December 14th. Happy feast of St. John of the Cross…
You see, for me, December—even amidst all the beauty it beholds in wintertime festivities, the contemplative nature of Advent, and the tradition of Christmas time—sometimes brings with it transition, dark days, and depression. Three times in my life has it been so intense that I have written the visions that have come through meditation, prayer, and during my waking hours.
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