Outrunning The Shadow – from Darkness to Light

When our Vizsla Bartok was about a year old, I took him to the beach to play with some dog friends – Buddy a Dalmatian and Norma a Rottweiler.   The three of them leapt in the surf like ponies, play-nipping at each other, darting back and forth through the crashing waves. At one point, a flock of Pelicans dropped into regal formation, surging above the shoreline like an Air Force. Bartok raced after the Pelicans, chasing their shadows against the packed wet sand. He ran so fast, he was soon past the birds. He outran the Pelicans. Bartok ran out of shadow.   He stopped, bewildered, cocking his head to one side as if to ask, “Shouldn’t I have someone to chase?”

The memory of his puzzled look inspires me. Because I hope to run past my shadow.

I know the importance of shadow. I often dwell there, knowing shadows provide necessary contrast to help us find light. I am not some perky-assed Pollyanna pushing away darkness.

And sometimes it’s right to simply let go; to move from dark to light; to outrun your shadowy self; and stop chasing something you will never catch.

For example: I want to stop chasing the shadow of making my husband guess what is wrong.

I come home from a hike with the dogs. He sits paralyzed before a sci-fi-alien show, streaming on the flat screen in the living room. He has cooked breakfast in my absence and the kitchen is a holocaust. The stove-top blossoms with a residue of eggs, salt and pepper. The rude toaster mocks me from its place on the counter. It is not on the shelf where it belongs. Dirty dishes in the sink conspire to ruin my morning. Three cabinet doors gape open. “What if we have an earthquake and the Rice Krispies or the olive oil spills out?” I lament as I slam doors and jerk dishes into the dishwasher.

I chase the need to be validated by a clean kitchen. “Yes, a clean kitchen would prove that this 26-year-old marriage is intact and he cares,” I say. At the same time, I berate myself, saying “This is newlywed crap. Of course he cares. Plus, he will clean it up if you ask him….”

So now I do my best to run past my illusive insult added to injury.   I breathe, and ask for what I want. Sometimes I get it. Sometimes I don’t. But the power is in the stillness of asking.

So that’s fixed – for today. But then, I want to outrun my need to worry about failure.

I’ve served at this crazy-amazing church for twelve years. If we have a low-attendance Sunday, I empower the emptiness. I allow it to lead me into a land of dire predictions. “Well, we’ve had a good span,” I sigh. “We’ve thrived for the last ten years but that’s over now and it’s my fault. I’m losing my touch. Nothing more to say. The well of creative ideas for the freaking-twenty-minute-serio-comedic-monologue-known-as-a-weekly- sermon has dried up. Completely. I’m done.”

I hunker in that darkness. I chase the shadow of security by planning to fail.

I will never catch my worry-shadow, so I run past it and pause. Beyond the shadow, I believe in a friendly universe. My church is not a gaping hole of adversity in an otherwise blessed cosmos.   I affirm, “I always have perfect attendance,” implying that God may actually be capable of orchestrating the right people to hear my unique message on any given Sunday. It seems I can stop running and rest in the idea that all is well, whether I know it or not.

That being said, I still need to outrun the occasional tendency to hate myself.

I remember vocal coaching a dancer in NY in the late eighties. He had a great career – lots of Broadway credits. But now he had to audition with a song and he was scared. He struggled. I could tell his head was suffocating his heart. So I asked him to place his hands over his heart and complete the phrase “I can’t sing this song because….”

“I can’t sing this song because it’s too hard.”

“Okay, what else.”

“I can’t sing this song because Sinatra sings it better.”

“Good, give me some more.”

“I can’t sing this song because I hate myself.”

“Now you’re on to something.”

“I can’t sing my song because I hate myself.”

I don’t often hate myself.   But occasionally, for whatever reason, I look at life through the lens of my inner-loser.   Usually my self-hatred manifest as doubt, as I question my right to take up space on the stage called planet earth. I chase the shadow of relentless self-improvement through self-flagellation.

Tethered to the shadow of a doubt, I twist and wonder “Why am I weird?” Judgment-exhausted, I sigh, “Why can’t you be like the normal ministers, the ones who spew holy words and part red seas with every utterance?   Was Martin Luther King compelled to use the F-word?   Does Joel Osteen think farts are funny? Did Deepak Chopra ever illustrate The Law of Attraction through a story about the desire to lick his veterinarian? Do I hide from Truth as I scamper in the profound and ridiculous at the same time?”

It’s helpful to stop running and ask: In this moment can I love myself enough to see if I hate myself?

The acts of looking, asking, seeing and loving help me outrun the shadows of self-hatred and doubt.

I see that self-doubt does not exist as a naturally empowered entity. Just like the rude toaster on the counter, or the empty seats in my church, doubt seduces me only when I empower it. I’m the one pulling the levers of loathing. I’m the Wizard-of-Freaking-Oz, a bald-headed man behind a curtain making noise, blowing smoke, and saying “You should be more like the really good ministers, the ones who don’t struggle, the pure ones, the ones who don’t doubt.”

I see these shadows clearly. I acknowledge the struggle and I see that it belongs too… Then I bless and let go. I stand like Bartok, bewildered at first by the lack of familiar chase. But now, I can bind myself to light by asking “What is my song and how shall I sing it?”

In order to sing, maybe we need to stop running and see that we don’t even have to start running.

We don’t need to chase down approval, success or self-love. These things belong to us because we belong to them. We exist, born into original blessing. The shock of this may throw us off balance for a moment. But maybe in that creaky, craggy moment, we can go deeper.

We see our shadow’s shadow – which is light.

We see that all of life is good- the shadow, the light, the running, and the rest.

We let go still more.

And at this deeper level of infinite letting go, the bald man behind the ego-curtain lets go too. He drops the levers of loathing and places his hand on the levers of love. Love awakens us to the truth of mystical, beautiful existence, lightly perfect in its own shadowy way.

That’s my song – and I’m singing it.

30 thoughts on “Outrunning The Shadow – from Darkness to Light

  1. Julie Cohen

    Though it’s probably not nice of me to compare, your including the bits you consider to be weird when you share yourself only reveals your authenticity and your willingness to be fully seen. That is one of the many reasons we love you, Bonnie! You are a unique reflection of the divine!! Thank you for being you!

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  2. Jen

    Well, that hit close to home. I can so relate to much of what you shared, on both a metaphorical and real level. I’m definitely taking “We see our shadow’s shadow — which is light,” with me today. Thanks for your beautiful inspiration! xo.

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    1. bystarlight123 Post author

      Thanks Jen. I’m intrigued with the idea of the shadow’s shadow… is it the opposite of shadow which is light? And btw, does God have a God? 🙂 Thank you for your kindness and support. xo

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  3. Brenda Bramel

    In that empty seat on Sunday sits my spirit. I moved 12 years ago right when you started at church. I saw enough sermons to fall in love with the you that rocks that church. I came back last fall and saw you marry my best friend to her true love. You’ve still got it, Bonnie, whether it be in person or on a blog. You are such an authentic minister that all should be like you. ✝💜

    Thanks for today’s words. I look forward to your next blog!

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  4. Wanda

    My daughter attends your church and led me to this site. I wish I could attend in person. She has gained so much in the shelter of your sanctuary……thank you Reverend Bonnie

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    1. bystarlight123 Post author

      Ha ha Amy. I have to admit, I worded that phrase very carefully… thank you for “outing” me. 🙂 xoxo

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  5. Kit

    I am so grateful for your mind, – you sharing your words here and posing these observations, thoughts, & questions from an honest & raw place of being ,- truly allows your readers (& the flock of folk who’s lives you touch and enhance, truly) – as Marianne says, allows us to examine where our own light shines….(ps..you are my favorite ‘para-dork’ )……

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  6. Michael

    It is a pleasure to read your work. Authentic, deep, combining humor and understanding.

    Are you sure you don’t want to start a church in Nebraska?

    Thank You,
    Mike

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