Monday, August 24, 2015
Threshold of a journey...
My mother's death was a threshold and now grief is ancient journey to something new (?) I don't know. I'm in a state of grace, not knowing, just being, not doing. It's not what I expected and that's it exactly! I am embraced by mystery, a mystery which is at the heart of everything.
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