Grief.
The slipping away of a baby spirit, before his parents ever got the chance to comfort him in their arms.
Unknowing, uncertainty.
How can I know what the karma was for that little soul? How can I presume to understand the complexity of life and all its mystery, its magic, its secrets?
Faith.
The realization that those of us who are here and now, can bear witness for each other. That grief does not need to cut us off from the rest of the living, breathing, beating world and all its beauty and joy.
Hope.
Life springs anew, even in hearts who hold sorrow and darkness. Life begets life, and the cycle continues. Blessed are we who bear witness and hold, and can be held, for the golden net of love stretches around our planet and back again, holding our backs and holding space.
Humility.
May my arms never be assuming, my ears never fill in the blanks of silence. May my heart always be open to listening to, and wishing to understand, what is in the heart of another. May common passion be what it is we know, even if it is all we know.
