At times, we are asked to bear witness to a shattering. To the death of an old dream-

me and my life and the way it was all supposed to turn out.

In mourning what has fallen away, a previously hidden threshold begins to appear.

Grief is not something we “make it through” and emerge from unchanged.

We don’t finish it, but stand in awe as it takes us apart and pieces us back together.

It is a faithful companion of the unknown, moving not by way of the straight line,

but by circle and spiral.

It holds us through the darkness as well as the light,

until another life begins to gather itself.

~Matt Licata

a sudden transformation…

inquiry for today~ caring for a deeper commitment….

the blank page….

You can tell the ones who

have been through a lot.

Their eyes are deep and

there’s a hint of a smile,

even when they’re not

smiling.

They’ve lived through

more than words can say.

They just listen the way a

cove listens to the waves

that fill it.

These are the ones I want

to sit with, and wait for

their stories to surface

like bits of dawn that

wake the trees.

These are the strong-soft

ones who know how to

survive without shutting

down.

They are the masters who

blush at the thought.

~Mark Nepo