This liminal space – the space in between here and there – neither where we’ve been or where we’re going, feels vital. This space is the source of all; of deep grief and wide love that surrounds to help carry the burden. It’s rooted in ancestors who still speak, present through all those who can hold hands and whisper words of comfort. The reverberations of this sacred time transcend lifetimes, returning us to what is real; stripping away artifice and leaving only what is essential. True living can only be found in dying, reminding us of the preciousness of a touch, a breath, a glance and how fleeting each one is.
Love remains the only thing that is eternal.

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