I find my joy hidden in my sadness. By digging into the parts of my soul that cry out in pain, I see what I truly desire to be and all the myriad ways I betray myself every day. I find the great reservoir of love I keep hidden behind fear. I find the human being I’m meant to be, have been (briefly, all too briefly) and will be again.
From that dark soil the bright blossom slowly opens outward, fed by and embodying the light of the sun, coloring the world with that eternal mystery… that beauty, with all its wasteful glory, is possible at all in this harsh dark universe we share and fight over.