Someone I loved once gave me a
box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

from The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver

I’m so struck by these words – as is often the case with anything Mary Oliver has written. So compelling to think of darkness as gift. So hard to do without the benefit of time – and perspective. What if we were able to understand in-the-moment darkness as gift; to welcome it as such? I want to try. Resisting is so much work, so exhausting, and never helpful, really.