New Beginnings, & Again

the glory of rebirth

decadent cycles dripped in divinity

rich with flourishing life, teeming with curiosity

I’m drowning!

grab your own hand, Creator is within you

~aj

Grief has a way of bringing it all to the surface. I imagine that what once sat sunken to the bottom is now floating like a bobbing apple ready for you to take a bite. Of all emotions grief will go often go unrecognized. It is not only connected to death, it is connected to change, and change is constant. When walking through the labyrinth of grief one must go all the way in and all the way back out again, and even when you’re all the way back out again you can begin again as many times as you need. The catch, no skipping stones or stepping over lines, each moment an intentional piece of the big picture. Such is parallel to life. Now ask yourself, are the apples really all that intimidating? Is it possible that they could be gifts given right from Creator’s hand to your heart? I implore you to use them! Rewrite the revival, put aside the irony, and listen.

When something dies, what springs to life?