I’ve been watching the Orionid meteor shower. It’s a little after 4:00 a.m. and there are stars, meteors, inky darkness highlighted with the miracles of space. As I listen to the yips of coyotes in the distance, watch the meteors streak across the sky, take in the planets and mass of stars so thick they truly appear milky, I have to ask myself why we fear the dark. I can rationalize why many avoid the night based on solid anthropological studies. However, we miss much of the charm of our universe by allowing unfounded trepidation to prevent us from becoming intimate with the night. An intimacy which affords us the balance of energies necessary for spiritual stability. The night is quiet, there to embrace us if we choose to tear ourselves away from our irrational fears to seek out the gifts the night offers. There is a bright display of magic in the night sky, a performance of etheral mystery not visible in the sunlight. The energy of the night is more subtle, gentle and waites to be welcomed and appreciated. Is there as regularly as the day, yet never intrusive or demanding, always there for all who wish to permit the night to enchant them.
“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night”