the dark forest

i remember going to sleep away camp and being woke up in the middle of the night by a kind group of camp counselors. they had us leave all flashlights in the cabins & led us out into the woods in the pitch black dark for a walk. this camp was far from any city, so there was nearly no light pollution - we were not able to see a thing. we would stumble over logs and got so spooked - we could not see a finger in front of us. the walk was long, winding, hilly & bumpy. after enduring the first leg of the walk rather fearfully, we were encouraged by our camp counselors that faith has a great deal to do with walking without sight.

in the stillness of the dark, we began let faith replace our fear.

it was still very dark, & we still could not see, but the awe of faith became so much greater than fear.

and i thought all i chose to sign up for at camp was art, archery & canoeing.

delicious ambiguity. i said that once in a really hopeful time. at the moment it sounded poetic & romantic. and i guess in the dark i am choosing to believe the same.

hope. {hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up & try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. you wait & watch & work; you don’t give up. -anne lamott}

the only way out of the forest is through it.