Rising From the Ashes...

I was 47 years old, sitting in my parent’s living room, alone. The outside world had become so painfully unbearable. The dreams of my youth now expired and the beautiful Soul who was my beloved mum, and my life's anchor, had recently passed on. I had exhausted every known avenue in my desperate quest to find relief from my grieving heart, but alas, there was nowhere left to turn – except within. I closed my eyes and sobbed…

There was nothing more to do, but surrender. The darkness I had been running from immediately swept in, but not in a way I had feared. Instead of suffocating me, it felt more like a warm, comforting blanket being draped around my shoulders.

In the silence, I could hear the faint cries of my heart sending out an SOS across the shadowy inner landscapes. What happened next would reassure me I was not alone…

Rising From the Ashes

A tiny crack of light appeared as if a hidden door in the void was trying to open. It was in that moment I realized I actually hadn’t been abandoned, as I had thought. My Soul-Self was very much still with me and had been patiently waiting for me to come home to this truth.

In an instant, my despair turned calm. My path had not come to an end, rather I had reached a significant threshold. Even though I had yet to make it out of the woods, a new dawn was breaking and a new and promising path would soon unfold – one in greater resonance with the potential it was my destiny to become.

In the darkness, I found my light. in my vulnerability, I found my strength. And love, joy, and inspiration were not lost, as in time I would come to find the true meaning of them...