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Thursday, December 29, 2016
The Longest Night
There is a gathering
storm. It’s palpable, a fear which collates in the streets, a quickening of steps,
an avoidance of shadows; keep moving, look ahead, don’t make eye contact, hold
close, walk briskly, do not run, do not draw attention to yourself, know your
exits. It is a collective fear that is gripping the country not as we approach
the solstice which passed without incident but rather as we approach the
inauguration. In ancient times we used to burn fires through the longest night
because we feared not what was in the dark but that the light would never
return. Today, we don’t burn fires and dance by moonlight, we hide and speak in
whispered tones about the loss of our liberties, about how best to fight, about
what we fear lies in that darkness, that gathering storm. We lie awake at night
and cry throughout the day and with each passing moment we grow weaker and
weaker as the night grows longer and the darkness slithers across the land. Illness,
fear and anger are contagious, they spread like disease. We have to rage
against the darkness. Evil is easy, kindness and empathy take work. We have to
return to the time of lighting fires, but they aren’t literal fires, they are
the fires that burn within us, and as we share our love, our passion, our
kindness and compassion, we burn so brightly that we cast a light in every dark
recess of those too ignorant or blind to know what is coming as we draw like to
like. We have to stop hiding from the shadows and gather our own storm of
brightly burning soldiers to cast away the darkness. Don’t wait until the
longest night to be a beacon for others. Don’t be swallowed by the darkness.
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