Peace, like most beautiful things,

begins small.

~common prayer

when the night finds a new little nuance…

inquiry for today~ listen a bit more to the dark…..

considerate crisis….

A crisis of illness, bereavement, separation, natural disaster, could be the opportunity to make contact with deeper levels of the errors of the soul, to loose and to bind, to bind and to loose. A soul which is not bound is as mad as one with cemented boundaries. To grow in love-ability is to accept the boundaries of oneself and others, which remaining vulnerable, woundable, around the bounds. Acknowledgement of conditionality is the only unconditionality of human love.

~Gillian Rose