‘To Know the Dark’, a poem by Wendell Berry, has been my mantra at Yule time, the Winter Solstice, since I first read the lines and broke down in tears. This poem gave me permission to go fallow; to both mourn and rejoice.
To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.