What do we see with our eyes closed?

Seeing in the dark takes imagination.

So what do you see with your eyes closed?

And where does your imagination take you?

Perhaps we’re so used to switching on the light that our ability to see differently has diminished.

Or we fear what we might see and don’t go there.

Yet this is often the place of birth and rebirth.

The first stanza of John O’Donohue’s poem For light is worth sitting with for a while in this time of reflection:

Light cannot see inside things.
That is what the dark is for:
Minding the interior,
Nurturing the draw of growth
Through places where death
In its own way turns into life.

+ John O’Donohue, excerpt from For Light, in Benedictus: A Book of Blessings, Bantam Press, 2007

~ Did you notice the movement in the water created by a pair of ducks?