I was reading one of my favorite books last week and came across something that I hadn’t caught all of the other times I read the pages.
Glennon Doyle’s (my favorite author) book Love Warrior goes on to talk about the topic of disaster. Her life was blowing up to such a degree she could hardly see up from down. She physically had to balance herself by using the walls around her.
And that’s when I read it. What the word disaster is compiled of:
Dis means without. Astro means stars.
To be without light.
Disaster can only occur, if we lose all awareness of light.
I must have re-read this a hundred times over. I’ve come back to it over the course of the week, walked around with this page open while I cooked breakfast, just reading and re-reading, saying it out loud until it fully sunk in as the truth.
And so it is.
The next time I begin to feel myself slipping into a twister of disaster, I hope I’ll come back to this. I hope I’ll remember that the sun has his turn, and the moon as hers. With darkness, comes light.
