Saturday, July 5, 2014
the grace of frailty
AS I see many that I love grow more frail, and that includes myself, I grieve and mourn. A thought blows through my mind tonight that gives me hope, the thought that each being that incarnated here as a person was truly so much more than the mortal being, and that this process of dying is also the process of the rebirth of the eternal, angelic soul. So it's no wonder that in Japan they sometimes line the cracks of broken things with gold, as if it were the place the light got in, the place where the amnesia tears.