Dancing with the darkness

dancing with the darkness (Creative Commons licence)

dancing with the darkness (Creative Commons licence)

How do you approach the things you fear?
 

There is a wonderful children’s book that my boy got from the library: Darkness Slipped In by Ella Burfoot (Link is an Amazon affiliate link). It’s the story of Daisy, a little girl who is afraid of the dark. Darkness is illustrated by a shadowy, sinister-looking character who peeps in at her window at the end of the day. I was reading it to my boy for the first time, sitting on the blue sofa in our family room, and I figured I knew where the story was going – something like the girl turning on the light and seeing that darkness had disappeared, or gone small, so she didn’t need to be afraid.
 

But that isn’t how the story goes. Instead, she switches the light on, and looks him straight in the eye to let him know she knows he is there and is not afraid of him. And then they dance.
 

He grabs her by the wrist in a battle move, and she grabs his in return and they ‘dance the funky twist’ round the room. Then, exhausted, they sit down, the two of them, and have a happy cup of tea together. At the end of the story, darkness wraps her in a hug and she goes to sleep in peace.
 

The book had surprised me. The girl looks straight at her fear and then embraces it instead of banishing it. She dances with the darkness.
 

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I have known for a while that I need to write this post, but I have been afraid.
 

Let me explain.
 
Last year, roundabout October time, my friend Cat was round and I was asking her which project I should concentrate on: 1. my book on how it feels to have ME (important, but draining), 2. my blog on suffering and the Bible (life-giving and refreshing for me, but hard to do at the same time as writing a book), or 3. (and I was a little sheepish about this one) Project Get Better, trying to get the best medical advice I could find and seeking to make sure I was not damaging my body by doing too much. How could I do all three at the same time?
 

She shrugged and said she didn’t know. I had had the same conversation with lots of people, and they had all said that same thing. But I pressed her.
“What do you think I should do?”
She paused, and put her coffee down, and looked me in the eye.
“I think you need to take a break from your blog, and just rest, and focus on getting better and reconnecting with God.”
 

I burst into tears. I cried because I love blogging, and my blog is so precious to me and such a lifeline – and I cried because at the same time a part of my soul leapt and said, ‘yes, I need rest’, and I knew it was the right thing to do.
 

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The trouble is: I fear rest. I know how ironic that is, having an illness where I need to spend approximately 23 hours of the day lying down, but I fear it. For eighteen months after I gave birth, I spent my days in bed, cuddled up with my baby or resting alone, looking at the beige wall paper. I couldn’t have many visitors, because my concentration span was so short, and it was painful to sit up. I couldn’t read anything longer than a Facebook page. I listened to classical music, and tried to think of ways to entertain my boy so that he wouldn’t crawl off the bed. It was a special time of bonding with my baby, and enjoying him and getting to know him, but it was also a profoundly lonely time.
 

I don’t much like silence. As an extrovert, I am most comfortable when I have people around and when I am spending the majority of the day in conversation with others. If I were to choose how to spend a day off, I would always choose going out, walking with friends or talking in a coffee shop. So often when we talk about having a break, we actually mean leisure – activity, rather than rest.
 

Rest, for me, has become associated with those eighteen months of solitude and uncertainty. My illness means that I have to lie in my bed for a long time and do nothing. Rest feels more like a punishment than a privilege.
 

I do the minimum rest I need, and try to make the most of the energy remaining to me by writing, fostering friendships via the internet and locally, and having quality time with my boy. I try to pretend I am not as ill as I am. Because I am forced to rest, I fight it.
 

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I have always thought of rest as an absence: an absence of work, an absence of fun, the thing you do as quickly as possible so you can return to the busyness and joy of life. It’s boring. I have in my mind’s eye the musical symbol for a minim rest – two beats of silence and boredom before the other notes can play again.
 
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It’s a flat, dull shape. It even looks a bit like a prison bunk, a hard bed.
 
Here’s me lying on my rest. Bored.
 

Bed rest

Bed rest


 

But over the past two months another question has been at the back of my mind: what if rest is not an absence, but a presence?
 
And then I remembered the symbol for a crotchet rest:
 
Quivering rest
 

I am exploring the possibility that this is what rest can look like, a quivering, shimmying, fire-like invitation. The Bible speaks of rest not as a break, but as fulfilment, peace, an ongoing state of wholeness. I want to find this kind of rest.
 
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So (deep breath) – I am announcing my intention to take a break from regular blogging for the next 4 months. I hope to pop in once a month to do a ‘What I’m Into’ post, because it’s a bit too scary to think of leaving this amazing community of readers and supporters for too long, but basically, it’s going to be a bit quiet around here. For a while, I was telling myself that that’s so I could finish off writing the book – but I know that may not happen, and in the meantime I need to invest in Project Get Better.
 

In some ways I know this choice has already been made for me: my recent relapse has left me with little energy to write, and I am aware that my blog posts this year have been somewhat sporadic.
 

But there is something powerful in saying that I am choosing to do what my body has already chosen for me. I will no longer fight it*.
 

(*As much).
 

Somewhere there is a kind of rest that is not absence and solitude but Shalom, wholeness, peace, the presence of God. I am choosing to rest, not as a punishment, but as a privilege.
 

Wish me luck. I’m going to dance with the darkness.
 

Over to you:

  • Do you think of rest as a ‘presence’ or an ‘absence’?
  • What do you fear?
  • What would it mean for you to ‘dance with the darkness’?
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    And (this is a huge favour) – will you wonderful readers be here when I get back? Will you be just the right amount of ‘we can totally cope without you’ and ‘we can’t possibly cope without you?’ I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this amazing community of people who read and support my blog. I’ll be back properly in September. Promise.

     



     

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    72 Responses to Dancing with the darkness

    1. John Jordan 6th May, 2014 at 10:26 am #

      Hi Tanya,

      Like many of your readers, I think that you have made the correct choice.

      I can appreciate how hard it will be for you, and am impressed, yet again, by the inspirational courage you display in facing your suffering.

      I look forward to reading your blog in September, and will continue to pray for you.

      God bless and take care.

      John.

    2. emma 5th May, 2014 at 9:12 pm #

      Ongoing prayers for you dear sister. A brave and wise choice: and we are going nowhere!
      xxx

    3. Cara Strickland 5th May, 2014 at 6:28 am #

      I love you. So much.
      Thank you for this. I will come and dance with you and the darkness.

    4. Diana Trautwein 2nd May, 2014 at 7:02 am #

      Such a hard choice! But I think a wise one. I am praying that this season will be rich with surprises and with healing, too. You will be missed. And so very welcome when you return.

    5. Digitalnun 30th April, 2014 at 2:23 pm #

      Thank you, and God bless your resting. It is the most valuable thing you can do, and I think you will find it’s not ‘doing nothing’. X

    6. Leanne Penny 28th April, 2014 at 8:38 pm #

      Oh Tanya, I think of Rest as Laziness for myself, NOT FOR YOU or anyone else, except for maybe Kel… but you ask what I think of when I think of resting and I immediately think of all I am not doing or being and how that nullifies my worth. I fear worthlessness, so I fear rest and approach it with guilt and anxiety.

      This is honesty… I have huge struggles with self care and worth, this pregnancy has been intensely hard for me in this area. I feel like my value is gone because my productivity is gone.

      Thank you, Thank you for your gracious approach to healing and your gentle spirit in my life. I learn so much from you and think I will off and vox you immediately.

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