Marilee Wintz/Photo: Susan Mantle
Today we have a guest blog post by Marilee Wintz, one of our Reiki Masters and noted creative in our community and nationally. Marilee is an interior designer, photographer, painter, writer, author, mosaic artist, pottery maker, spa products maker, hiker, mountain biker, happy camper, world traveler, and so much more. I seriously have no idea how she can have so much energy. She owns two highly successful businesses, Sage Interiors and Beauty Inspires. Beauty Inspires is an appreciation and awe of nature, color, beauty, people’s spirit and our connection to the earth and each other. Marilee’s long held belief that “Beauty Inspires” is a sense that meaningful beauty awakens the heart and soul to living well. I believe.
When Marilee posted her story, “Liaison to the Light,” on facebook, I knew I wanted to share it with you. To me, it’s just beautiful, profound,magical and amazing.
And here’s her story.
Liaison to the Light
by Marilee Wintz
Photo by Marilee Wintz, Beauty Inspires
Nyctophilia (n.) love of darkness or night, finding relaxation or comfort in the dark.
“To me every hour of the light and the dark is a miracle.” Walt Whitman
Sweet Sun. Circling the earth’s axis on daily rhythms that give us much practice adjusting to the extreme swings of light to dark and back again. Oh, I am so grateful for the daily pendulum of yin and yang.
Sitting on a sandy beach overlooking the Pacific Ocean, I was facing a moment of truth. As many times as the sun had sunk into the western horizon in my life, I despised sunset, the end of the day, the darkness. As a photographer, sunsets can be an amazing opportunity, but I never did capture them on film for the fear it would be the last, or some kind of superstition kept me from appreciating the ending of the day… Is there some lasting promise that the sun will rise? As final rays of sun say goodbye for the day, I wonder if I will be swallowed and eaten alive by the insatiable darkness. My demons arrive in full force at dusk reminding me of civilization’s clenching black fist trying to pound me into submission and pure blackness suffocating me with how hard it is to live. Continue reading