The Beauty of Light .. A short piece I wrote for the Festival of Light
All around the world is light. A vast expanse of light, so powerful that you don’t even realise it is there. It is only in times of darkness, sorrow or loneliness that we begin to pray. We pray for change, for hope, for comfort, for the darkness to end. It is only through connecting with our own darkness that we learn about the beauty of light.
We wish for a light at the end of the tunnel, a light to guide our way. A light of hope to help us through the day. We may think we are not good enough, not clever enough or that we are different and don’t fit in. It is these thoughts that keep us locked in the darkness, scared to come out. Hiding from the world, hiding from ourselves.
Looking deep within feels impossible and we are blinded, motionless. We see the darkness as something negative, something we need to run from. It is only when we connect with our darkness that we learn to truly connect with ourselves and when we connect with ourselves we connect to life, to people, to nature. It is like a light being switched on. The beauty of a warm, comforting flame beckoning us. Only the light that we have switched on has not come from an outside source. This light is natural, pure, honest and alive. It is the light that we all have deep within us, deep within our soul. It is our light and there is nothing more beautiful than our own light. Our light that helps us to be seen, it lights up who we are. When we see the light in other people shining brightly it helps us to search for our own light.
Do not be afraid to sit in the dark, the darkness welcomes you. You are surrounded by peace, knowing that the light is always there when you need it, when you are ready. Your light will never leave you, you just have to remember to switch it on.
Light is life.
Light creates more light.
You are your light.
Light up yourself and you Light up the world.
Sophie Marie x
Yesterday was another productive day however more challenging as I was tired. I saw it as a challenge in order to test my commitment to my own vision and I am pleased to say I passed. Finally, the wood cladding (hated it) on the sides of the stairs has been painted the same deep purple colour as the walls and wow it looks awesome. I did think that due to the darkness and depth of colour, that it would somehow hide the fact that it was cladding and it definitely has. In fact, it shows off the side of the stairs (still the other side left to do) in a new light and I now have a new appreciation for it.
What I have found in interiors, as in life, is not to cover up what you do not like or what you think does not work. My example here is our living room. It is a naturally dark room which is not always ideal, always having to put the light on. I decided that instead of doing what everyone suggested and painting the walls light as to make the room look bigger, I would utilise the darkness and extend the deep, opulent colour. This now brings out the beauty in the darkness and enhances the overall aesthetic and feel.
It is using what you have (even if at first you see it as a negative) and bringing out the true beauty in it. It is these so called negative aspects that once explored and accepted can be embraced and this is where the real magic happens. This is when new life is born. There is a vulnerability here, a delicate touch, an almost sheer fabric. It is on the cusp of life and death. To see and feel at this level of emotion is a blessing, an almost out of body experience.
It is at this level that my writing shows more depth. I can feel it when it happens, my brain is not just spouting words but the words start to take on more body. The words take on emotion and come to life. This is relational depth however with myself not another and in turn with you, I hope you feel it too.
Sometimes I just have to write and the deeper part of me starts to emerge, the deeper part being my vulnerability. I embrace my vulnerability now, in contrast to when I first started my counselling diploma when I could not even say the words out loud. I connect with others vulnerability as it is in those parts that true life can emerge. True feeling is spoken and felt and encompassed, a real exchange.
If I show you my heart will you show me yours?
Sophie Marie x