With a blanket that is tucked around you like a cocoon so that the space doesn't feel so cavernous....
Thoughts run around to failures, and wanting, and falling into chasms of loneliness.
And then, sometimes too soon, slivers of sun peek in between the openings of the window shade and a decision must be made,
To get out of the too big bed, emerge from the safety of the blanket cocoon and wipe away the tears and know that life doesn't make much sense, that there are lessons, not failures, that there is only what is needed for the soul now and wanting only creates more wanting.
So the most brilliant shirt is selected to stave off the desire to dress in mourning, and a bit of sparkle is added, and the foot goes out the door.
The empty space will be filled with friends, gratitude for what is, and the knowledge that though some things have changed, there is still love and connection, different but steady.
There is darkness and the soul, yet the midnight sky will not overtake the heart because that would be giving in, that would be accepting staying in the past and not creating a future. That would be a soul darker than night, and giving in to that which is not light.