Ah this journey of being human. One day a sorrow, the next day a smile or giggle to touch our hearts. We are all so precious, so delicate. When we are immersed in our own personal darkness it is so easy to lose our way. We may think we are alone, the only ones so confused, so frightened, so inadequate to the task of this thing called life in 2017. Yet look deeper dear ones. There is a Mystery afoot that has it’s inexplicable ways of sweeping us clean only to wash us on the shores of a previously unimaginable freedom and homecoming back to our own hearts. Having been lost in the desert of forgetting for so long, the poignancy of this feast of return is almost unbearably tender. To keep the faith, to turn again and again to our own self compassion, yes the work of fairy tales. Eons from now they will speak of the time on earth when fear was turned on its ear and the love revolution swept the planet. Our ancestors will remember us with gratitude and honor our tenacious courage in what appeared to be insurmountable odds. However it appears, the blessings already are.
remembering the joy of being
