Last Friday was the New Moon. The darkest night in one of the darkest months on the year.

Yet, the New Moon is actually only the appearance of darkness. Her reflected light is ever present though obscured.

Life is like that.

Just following his mom's death and tough circumstances at work, my husband broke his arm on Thanksgiving Day.

I was (hopefully) compassionate and patient as there was dark despair around the house.

The light gradually increased as, over the next month, he got a gortex cast and then a high-tech removable splint. He'd sigh with pleasure just to feel warm water and air on his arm.

Then, came the day when he could move his arm again and I could wrap my fingers around the bone and offer healing energy. Definite waxing brightness!

Despite the very real despair, the darkness was a phase and healing was within reach all along.

Why do we doubt that the new moon always gives way to full light?