“A few days before, with each labored breath, she was losing her faith until it found her. And then she remembered that the highest level of faith is trust: in hope, in revival, in a power higher than herself. And finally, with an exhale and a smile – and salty tears, she closed her eyes and felt the earth’s harmonious vibrations – from the Nambé Pueblo Native Americans she worshipped with just a month earlier to the echo of her children’s laughter from years ago…”
Read moreTestament of a Healing Soul
May you allow your broken heart to burst open into a thousand shattered pieces,
Pick them up one by one along that dark weary path of uncertainty, love, life and loss
And trust – that the illuminating moonlight who relies on the sun for reflection
Will help you reinvent yourself into a mural of healing and peace
May that ache in your bones and quiver on your lips be still in time
Allow it all …