I read a Rumi quote recently that read something like: The wound is the place where light enters. And I would say today, after ruminating a long time on the nature of wounds that I completely agree. I was wounded once and the light entered in and showed me the way; out of my head, my fearful self, my anger and my bitterness into a place of swirly light, gentle spirit and hope.
And now, my work, indeed in many ways, my life, is to offer this light to others; graciously inviting transformation and transcendence: Boldly living and moving forward with courage and awe.
I’m really looking forward to the great mystery unfolding. I really do not know how it works but I have become aware and wrap around my heart the immense swirly grace and joy in all of it!