Page 10 - Dark Matter:Women Witnessing Issue #3 - December 2015

This is what Dark Matter is to me—the essential, visceral, heartfelt connection that was missing from

the display on the Empire State Building. It is a pulsing, underground communication, an energetic

resonance—the signal of a movement, an affirmation of life and lives moving toward the possibility of

restoration—and they are not all human. It is an ear to the ground, nostrils flared to catch a wind-borne

scent, a full-throated cry into the night sky seeking someone or something to receive it. It is the cellular

memory of whale song, the darkness that makes visible the light of the full blue moon, a smouldering

ground fire that torches illusion and ignites remembering, a wind that carries stories like seeds and

sows them in unforeseen places under the cover of night.

I pray that the elephants and all our kin know we are listening for them—and for each other—in all the

ways we know to do, and in hopes of learning other ways, perhaps with their help. Even as my heart

breaks, again and again, for the state of the world, it is full of gratitude for the inspired vision and sacred

offering that is Dark Matter. I am equally grateful to and for the women who are bringing such difficult

and beautiful contributions to the circle that has been cast. I read them as they come in, and marvel at

the tapestry of voices, images and stories they weave. It is also a web, a web threaded with stunning

and terrible truths, grief and love—a web that can help to hold all that needs holding. It is certainly

holding me.

Kristin Flyntz

West Granby, CT