This life is a mystery beyond understanding with the mind. Loss turns to gift, hurt and confusion into intimacy. All of it folding and melting into and upon its Self. I have recently known a loss of life that then turned into the birth of a dream. What I have learned from this is that the more I allow my perceptions of what I think things mean to float like a cloud the nurturing rain that comes is beyond my wildest dreams. Loss if allowed fertilizes growth, the energy always wants to be reborn. Grateful am I to those that have consciously held the healing space for this transformation. I humbly bow myself before thee in reverence.
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