The words to this song by Don McLean, have resonated with me for a very long time. I wanted to share them with you here, along with Vincent Van Gogh’s art.  Yes, in a way, it is very sad.  But, in another way, the song gives me comfort, because I can relate with the words - "How you suffered for your sanity." And, "They would not listen, they’re not listening still…perhaps they never will."  "They" being (perhaps) our family, our friends and co-workers.

Loving Nature, as I do, I can also visualize this - "Look out on a summer’s day - With eyes that know the darkness in my soul…"

Yes, it does seem that those of us who have struggled with the ‘darkness’ of our souls, are drawn to the words of this deep and sorrowful song.  But, in that deep recognition of darkness, I am also drawn to feeling a oneness with so many others who are on their Journey IN -  to wholeness, as I am. 

I believe that it is by looking at the darkness - recognizing it for what it is (a memory from the past), that we can finally begin to shed light on it.  In the light and sunshine of who we really are (Oneness with Divine Creation), we can finally begin to disperse this darkness - into the nothingness from which it came.

"For they could not love you, but still your love was true."  Many of us have suffered abuse and/or non-love as children. I believe that it is in this ‘non-love’ that we will find our strength.  Some, have found strength and healing - we’ve come out the other side (as it were), to discover who we really are, at the core of our being.  We are wounded and wonderful creatures of love and compassion.  And in our healing then, we can give hope to those who are still struggling with the ‘darkness’ within. 

Light will always disperse darkness - like the turning on of a light switch - Poof!  The darkness is no more. As you listen to Don McLean and look at Van Gogh’s beautiful paintings, you might just try some deep breathing - with beams of light connected to them. You could breathe them down into that Solar Plexus area and shed some light into that darkness of old, stuck memories.  That’s what I did.  Starry, Starry Night served to give me some comfort -  to know that I am not (none of us are ever) alone. It gave me some 'tools' for braving that scary pathway, down into the depths of that deeply buried fear.

- Granny Earth, N.D.