Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirrorup 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, 13th Century Persian PoetI love this p [...]
