If we wish to turn away from that which torments us, do we also turn away from that which inspires us?
I am concluding that some of our deepest compassion comes from our deepest suffering, yet we must survive the desolation in order to make it through to compassion, and sometimes this can feel impossible.
Some days, in order to turn away from the shadows, I bask in the simple light of my little girl. I’m like a fucking Hallmark greeting card. She glows and I glow in return. She radiates divinity. It is impossible to remain in dark places when my focus is on her.
Do I lose artistry in leaving the banks of Acheron to turn toward my Venusian angel?