We all star in countless movies of our lives. Moments of wonder rage mystery miracle tragedy. If we could just tell our stories and be known. If we could document all our dramas - inner and outer there would still be more always more mystery. No one can be entirely known by another or even by oneself. Like the bottom of the sea the depths are never plumbed and millions of stories remain untold. So it is with all the greatest mystics, poets, seers, revolutionaries, scientists, philosophers, artists, parents, teachers, journalists. We each do our best to share a snapshot of our journey. But so much is lost. Some turn to mythic language, to convey a mystical truth. But unless we’ve touched that holy ground ourselves we may not understand. I think of the early Christian church. So many miracles of heart. And the quest to convey an incredible Love that overtook them.
Love this, Laura.