In this Holy Place
July 27, 2022
There is a purity in grief that is disconnected from story.
It is immaculate in its ability to reveal deep, deep, truth.
Truth that exists beyond the mind’s ability to perceive it.
A truth that can be felt, and sensed. But not pinned down or explained with words.
This kind of grief is the quiet after the storm.
The smooth unrippled lake.
Where the silence takes on a life of its own.
And the aloneness bequeaths a depth of connection never before experienced.
A connection written about by sage’s and bard’s of old.
That’s where I am now. Sitting at the edge of this lake. In this holy place.