Excerpts from Unraveled, Paradox of Joy

What we see depends mainly on what we look for.
–  Anonymous

The curtains are open now, ever since Mom left, and I am alone in the house with the dogs and my daughter, whenever she returns home from college, on her seasonal breaks.  I hadn’t realized how long the curtains had been closed, blocking, as Mom said, the light that appeared too bright and would “damage the furniture”.  How funny it is to page through one’s childhood like a book, counting how often one heard that expression “Shut the curtains! The light will fade the furniture!” like a fearful warning against the outside world.

 It is weird how the paranoia that really inspired the curtain-shutting was verbally curtained itself.

So all the curtains are drawn back or removed in this house now, symbolizing my bold embrace of whatever will happen to me, and the answers for which I now search.  Woods surround me, so I have little to fear of peeping Toms or invasion of my privacy.

No one is interested in my privacy anyway, now that mother is gone, let alone invading it, and my privacy is like a silent, suffocating room that will kill me if I do not open the curtains.

It is not that the answers will come, when I pass by a window, like a deer suddenly alighting on the lawn, and allowing me to follow it on secret pathways into the woods.  But I do know I want to see all those off limit places, experience everything, explore those pathways, do everything that has been purposely withheld from me.  I have lived more than half of my life in a tangled forest of my own.  I was raised in it.

At night I lay awake in bed and look out a huge window, that takes up more than half the expanse of my wall.  Most often the trees, the clouds, or the winter fog, will be covering the stars, but on nights like this I toss,  and am suddenly startled awake by a night so clear the stars are twinkling, as they say, in bright and merry profusion.  The light in them reminds me of my father’s eyes, that to me contained the mysteries of life.  It is so beautiful, this scene, and I am breathing slowly now, like resting after running for as long as I can remember, meditating upon the stars, in some sort of divine, sleepy ecstasy.  Through my own sleepy eyes the stars dance, and speak of beautiful secrets and constant truths that will be there forever, regardless of who notices their light, or who refuses to, hiding behind curtains and paneling of their own, or another’s making.

Who knew the stars in the heaven could be so grounding, because they were always there no matter what, even as the ground upon which I walked shifted like the waters of a turbulent sea?

It dawns on me ( to use another celestial expression)  that their light shines on everyone, the same stars, the same truths, regardless of false perceptions, a person’s locale, or the shuttered nature of anyone’s mind.  Suddenly it is most fitting that the magi were really astronomers.

The stars never change.  Only we, on the earth, do. 

I am a much less fearful person now.

Fearfulness does not have to be genetic. 

And so, my own thoughts having comforted me,  before I drift back into an even more restful slumber, I make a mental note to self. 

Never allow your mind to become shuttered, or have curtains imposed upon you against your will, ever again.  I choose the constant over the transitory, the lasting over death, and the real and beautiful, over my own darkened shadows and fears.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.  – Sarah Williams, The Old Astronomer


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