“One night as I girl I spied my grandma and one of her sisters outside, holding hands and singing, "Sprites of the night are we, are we. Singing and dancing joyfully." It was witchy and wonderful because it meant there was power in joy. They were not afraid of the night because they were giggling. I am very interested in finding the surprising boundaries, for instance, where do joy and fear meet?” JoyNightGirlWonderfulSingingDancingBoundariesNot AfraidGrandmaHolding HandsMy Grandma Author:Samantha Hunt
“I like the night. I like a slight terror to remind me how precious life is. Like I was sleeping with my smallest child and there were crazy coyotes howling outside. I knew how lucky I was to have her near me.” ChildrenNightSleepCrazyLuckyTerrorLife Is LikePrecious Life Author:Samantha Hunt
“The first time I took my daughters to the ocean - and I love the ocean but where we swim is very rough, very New England, rip tide, not messing around ocean - and a thought arrived: I was asking my daughters to slowly recognize death, just dip their toes in its fathomless edge, to know it is there, even in the night when we don't see it and that it, in its mystery and largeness, in its terror, is the thing that makes life precious, magnificent and full of never-ending curiosity.” NightMysteryOceanDaughterFirst TimeCuriosityTerrorMy DaughterRoughSwimMagnificentRip Author:Samantha Hunt
“As a teenager and into my early twenties I lived in a geodesic dome on a mountain. No running water, no phone, real rustic. I loved it. One night, there by myself, I was terrified. I was up in the loft trying to sleep but I couldn't because I was so scared to be that alone. I knew I'd never lose my fear if I didn't address it so I went outside in my undies and waited for the darkness to come and kill me. But it didn't. It was beautiful and calm and even kind. I went back to bed eventually.” TryingKindRealRunningBeautifulNightWaterSleepDarknessMountainCalmScaredTeenagerKill Me Author:Samantha Hunt
