My love is like the grasses
My love
is like the grasses
hidden in the deep mountain:
though its abundance increases,
nobody knows.
The most important work can be birthed from the place where uncomfortable silence seeps between us. In those moments we're faced with the decision of whether to respond immediately with the assuredness of our truth or to let the silence work in us. To feel the sadness and anger and grief. To be reminded that there's more at work in the story of the other ...