Love Beyond The Veil
One early Tuesday morning without warning, my mother left us. She did not say good-bye. We had no idea she was leaving, no inkling, no premonition. I don’t think she did either — at least not consciously.
One early Tuesday morning without warning, my mother left us. She did not say good-bye. We had no idea she was leaving, no inkling, no premonition. I don’t think she did either — at least not consciously.
As a species, we crave contact with each other — babies give up and die if they are not held — and it takes much training and practice to reach the adeptness of monks or serious meditators who can placate the howling winds of their restless minds.
Sometimes taking the road less traveled is well worth the risk.