Shadows tell stories, emit fragrant meanings, take you deeper than your feet. Make your peace with it, and your days may smile. When you know definitely, the vast night will remind you that you know nothing. When you wish for powers, the night may wisely hold them back. But to be still with night may bring you as much truth as your heart can hold.
Night is the container of nothing less than everything.
Wounded Holidays To a Guest Reading by Paul Meier Dedicated to the Compassionate Friends and all who are grieving the loss of a child Young, they left our homes. In a moment, long or quick, they were gone. Dewdrops turned into teardrops, the shining sea too small to hold our grief. Regret made a river through our days, tempering laughter, pervading sudden silences. We give love this season to them and to each other as plundered parents and wounded healers.