Each of us will face a turning point in our spiritual path; sometimes fleeting, though oftentimes far more profound. We see it often in the simplest of things – a lone leaf clinging, a modest stream poised to carry it away.

We seek to engage both its futility and grace, as leverage and catalyst to new beginnings. In this moment, we are more alive than we’ve ever been before – our experience steeped in the wonderment of a brand new ‘view’.

“I was dead, then alive,” the poet Rumi writes. “Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.”

Can you not see how much your soul has to share? It softens through this day to day unfolding, encouraging gratitude as it strengthens our resolve.

In our release, we begin – again and again; everything is new and nothing truly ends. And, within ourselves we find the glorious blessing of our own simple truth.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣