For some the night is always darker…Soothing words from fiction

‘For some the night is always darker –
for them the skies of dawn are bluer too.’

I came across this quotation, scribbled
on the back of a business card, when sorting through some paperwork at the
weekend.  I first read it many moons ago
whilst researching for my PhD.  It is
from a short story called ‘Whistle in the Dark’ by Gabriel Dundas, which appeared
in Woman magazine on 26th
January 1963.  I have only a vague
recollection of the plot.  According to
my notes, it is set on a farm.  Kay is
the younger sister and is back from college for the summer.  All her friends are doing a drama course, live
in a warehouse and talk about the fringe festival at Edinburgh.  Kay wears make-up and high heels when
visiting the farm assistant, a young man who has been to college and is looking
for his own farm.  She realizes that she
loves him.

Pretty standard women’s magazine
fiction.  I didn’t end up writing about
this story in particular, but could have done a nice little summary of what its
themes and motifs meant in the context of the time.  However historical analysis wouldn’t have
communicated what struck me about this story when I stumbled upon it in the archive.
What made the story stand out – what made
me write the opening line on a business card and tuck it away in my personal
possessions – is what Kay’s father tells her later on in proceedings.  He says, ‘The sky is bluer for you, and the
dark blacker. You live harder and you love harder…. But you’ve got to learn,
Kay, to whistle in the dark.’

‘The sky is bluer for you, and the dark
blacker. You live harder and you love harder…. But you’ve got to learn, Kay, to
whistle in the dark.’

At the time of the story’s publication,
Woman was the best-selling magazine
in the UK, with a circulation of over three million copies per week (that doesn’t
begin to cover the secondary audience – all the daughters, sisters, husbands,
friends etc. that would look at a single copy).
How many of those millions of readers also read those words from Kay’s
father?  Did they touch any of them in
the way that they did me?  Do they speak
to you at all?

The words may be as clichéd and
formulaic as the rest of the story, but something about them resonated deeply with
me during what was a difficult time in my life.
I’d long felt that there was something fundamentally wrong with me: that
I felt things (good and bad) more strongly than other people; I struggled to
live with highs and lows; everything was too much – I was too much.  To suddenly find acknowledgement that other
people (even if fictional) were like that was a balm to my soul.  I was not alone!  Others too felt the extra intensity, the
bluer and the blacker.  What relief!  

Years later, I still use Kay’s father’s
words as a framework for understanding how I perceive the world.  I’ve learnt to accept that for me (but not
necessarily others in my life) the sky is bluer and the dark blacker.  I live harder and love harder, with both the
joys and pains that this brings.  And I’m
slowly learning to whistle in the dark.

Tell me, what lines from fiction have
guided you?  What’s spoken to your
soul?  Have any quotations become
mantra-like in your mind?  Alas the comment
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conversation on social media.

I hope the sky is bluer for you today.

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Let It Rain: lessons from bad weather on holiday

I’m writing this from a hotel bar in Mallorca. When I woke
this morning, I thought we’d be spending a day lounging in the sun as we did
yesterday. My friends and I had the pool/beach debate. Even up to putting our
bags in the hotel’s left luggage room to collect when we leave later, being
outdoors was on the agenda. Then it started to rain. Heavily. And there was
lightning. Four hours later, it hasn’t changed. Sun and sand segued to clouds
and cafes.

We keep gazing out the windows out the pool to gauge how bad
it is. Too bad to even consider venturing out to explore is the answer. During
our four day getaway, this is the second time where the weather has put paid to
our well laid plans. Two days have been predictably hot and beautiful, but two
have surprised us. This was not what we booked for!

What to do about this? There is nothing except make the best
of it. Accept what is, as the Buddhists would say. Let it rain, as Longfellow
put it.

  • I’m still getting to spend time with friends that I don’t
    see much.
  • We’re still getting chance to read the books and magazines
    we’d packed in our beach bags.
  • The bar still serves good coffee.
  • My fingernails are still sporting the gorgeous colour I’ve
    had time to apply – the one that goes brilliantly with my beautiful new ring,
    purchased during our lovely afternoon in Palma on the other rainy day.
  • My brain still has the freedom to roam and day dream, which
    is what I’d most hoped for from the trip.

There are somethings that we simply can’t change. Like the
weather. So all we can do is make the best of the circumstances we do have. I’m
loving having a bit of time to think in advance of Thursday about this week’s
blog post. I’m enjoying my drink. I’m savouring the relaxedness in my bones
from a good break.

Where do you need to let it rain in your life?

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One of my favourite quotations – I always try to remember these words when things seems tough or my strength seems shaken. Right now, am charting my boat on new waters. Ahoy!

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