The darkest part of the year is here. In ancient times these were considered liminal days, time out of time days, in-between worlds days. In the darkest moments of our lives, we have a choice. When confronted with the great unknown of what lay before us and the bones of what lay behind, we have a choice. It’s easy to feel lost in the dark. Despairing. Afraid. Much harder to trust that even as we stumble on, blind to what may come, we are actually being held by that same darkness.

Like a seed nestled deep in soil or a baby enveloped safely still in the womb, we are held by something we cannot see — a process designed for us to emerge as the light that we are.