The Shadow Aspects of Our Life

Crow's true beauty

If you asked someone what color is a crow, they will tell you black.

BUT

It isn’t dark at all.

It’s iridescent—astonishing—a shimmer of hidden colors.

Just like the shadowed chambers of our own lives.

What we call “shadow” becomes its own kind of beauty the moment we learn to look with a widened gaze. Because without those harder passages—without the friction, the ache, the challenge—we’d never develop the contrast needed to understand the very lessons we came here to learn.

These are all crows.

Look at them.

There are yellows in their wings, too. Gold, even. Can you feel how that changes your understanding of what a crow is?

Now imagine how other birds, with their wider eyes and broader spectrum of sight, have always seen the crow this way.

Radiant.

Multicolored.

Nothing like the reputation we humans gave it.

It’s almost tragic, isn’t it, how the crow and raven were cast as omens when they were masterpieces all along?

Honestly, they deserve a rebrand.

And so do we.

Because we get trapped inside one narrow paradigm, never realizing another one glimmers just beside it. We judge our struggles, our sins, our sorrows as though they can only mean one thing—darkness—

when in truth,

they carry a light our eyes simply hadn’t learned to see yet.