Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you are bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.

If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,

the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.

~Rumi

how I sweeten the shadows all around me….

inquiry for today~ settle in without fear….

calling all healers

The journey I’m taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I’m seeing is my inner self,

and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart. It doesn’t matter what’s waiting on the other side,

or if I pass through darkness and silence or encounter ghosts or monsters. I don’t know what’s waiting for me.

But I have strength in my body and clarity in my mind to see it through.

This is my journey, and I’m on my way.

~Haruki Murakami