Where do we go when we've lost faith? When the day is full of hopeless moments and the night feels like a bridge crumbling beneath us? Can we open our hearts to that particular suffering? Can we submit to the dark unknown beneath our footing and let our hearts relax into that infinite space? To find footing again, anew, in a fresh place.
It is not easy.
Setting out a bouquet of roses, baking some muffins, finding a new project or a new book-- keeping present, keeping alive in the details; these are small stones where our foot can touch down, even if we can't see an inch ahead of us. It is the soft glimmer of faith waking behind the dark reeds.
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