Part of healing of one’s pain is the sharing in thereof…
It is being real, being true to one self, being honest and transparent before all.
Then only can it be offered up and released to the wind lifted up…and carried away…
There is a reason for the creation, maybe not known or understood in the moment.
There is neither victim nor enemy, only expansion of understanding and perception.
Teacher and task, through protraction and contraction…
is now left to the winds of discernment.
The symbols, images, light and matter particulate are a strand…a weaving…
of what now can become a beautiful tapestry. Aho! One…All our relations…
