The Dark Heart yearns to live the symphony of life in a minor key. The strains ring out in ominous, mysterious tones, ambiguous and melancholic. It dives into the depths of soul and life orchestrating ironic twists tinged with a mixture of solemnity and pure comedy. On a canvas, rather than paint the hues of life in bright, primary colors, it takes great delight relentlessly mixing and stirring until they meld into mottled tones of stormy skies and gooey mud puddles.
I’m keenly aware of and do not shy away from the darkness, shadows, heaviness, as well as the vast void that dwells within the human heart: mine and others I encounter. No human is immune. We all are the walking wounded. Thing is, we have an easier time watching stories that reflect our hidden vulnerabilities than acknowledging and reaching into the darkness that contains them. (Think of the collective popularity of zombies, vampires, Walter White of Breaking Bad, etc. who are monstrously wounded beings).
Although it may be preferable to chain, lock, and barricade the chambers of the Dark Heart, when we hide the intensity of our wounds it can give rise to depression, anger, self (and projected) judgment, and a false sense of being in control. “Domestication” from childhood on pumps our ego with messages to be good, dutiful, strong, scared, and (you fill in the blank), which eventually shrinks our wildness to venture where many fear to tread. It may feel safer repeating the same pathological patterns, but don’t be fooled. You will not die entering the Dark Heart. Although it holds unknowns and great uncertainty, there is light within. Expansion is waiting in the interstitial shifting that can take place…
I will be taking you on an illustrated journey of The Dark Heart by posting words with mixed media illustrations. I feel like I am entering my own dark heart because sharing it is frankly a scary thing for me to do...
The Interstitial Heart
Lisa D McCall is a Life Coach, former zoologist/animal
All this time
The sun never says
to the earth,
'You owe Me."
Look What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.
David Whyte, from the poem Sweet Darkness
Betwixt And Between
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of
sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes. because each has been sent as a guide