"Sometimes the break in your
heart
is like the hole in the flute.
Sometimes it's the place
where the music comes through."
- Andrea Gibson
In the course of every life, there are hurts. Some heal quickly. Others linger. Our season for grieving may feel like a perpetual winter
night.
But like the inevitable coming of dawn and the return of spring in the outer world, hope yearns to rise, fill our hearts, heal our hurts, and brighten our
future.
At all times, even the dark winter ones, let's keep our hearts open to hope's rising, healing, and the making of beautiful music within us.
With love, joy, compassion and courage,
Charlene
THE SIXTH GIFT IS HOPE.
Through each passage and season
may you trust the goodness of life.
- from The Twelve Gifts of
Birth
