The Magic of Darkness

I have discovered the joys of being nocturnal this summer, and I don’t know if I can ever go back! The summer sun has proven to be too harsh for me this year. I feel like I am under some kind of cosmic attack with the sun blazing down on me. My skin has burned, peeled and freckled under her fiery watch. Her intensity has brought out an ancient fight or flight response in me that lends to feeling grouchy and combative. But the darkness! Oh, the velvety black sky dotted by millions of twinkling stars has become my respite. I have taken to walking for hours at night, by the light of the moon. I have never felt more connected to the phases of the moon than I do right now. Each night reveals a unique and beautiful phase of the ever changing moon. Last night she was hanging so low in the sky, so yellow, a waxing sliver that promises a stunning full moon later on. The upcoming Perseid meteor shower has my full attention. I am already seeing quite a few shooting stars each night. This week promises to get even better. Later this week, we are taking a night hike to the top of an ancient volcano, where we will have 360 views of the night sky. I suspect that the magic that will ensue will serve as a spark of inspiration for new projects to come.


I have spent many nights this summer in the company of my husband, hashing out our days, talking about parenting, work and other usual topics as we walk. Sometimes we get a chance to dive deep. To talk about future plans, dreams and hopes. Sometimes we walk in a comfortable silence, allowing each other to get lost in our own reverie.


Fall will descend before we know it, and the harshness of the sun will become gentle yet again. The chill in the air may keep me indoors more, but I suspect that throughout the winter months, I will be longing for the day that I can return to my nocturnal ways, to yet again become a goddess of the night, basking in the glow of the moon and adorning myself in the twinkling of the stars.