Sometimes there seems to be only darkness before a person. And all is only pain, grief and despair. Sometimes, no words can buoy them out of those shadows.
Sometimes, trying to speak such words would be callous and selfish.
Then, I can only hold space for them as they experience the dark and their despair, hold space for luminescence and hope.
Beaming my own experiences of grace, my familiarity with light, my heart –full with love, I am grateful that there have been others holding this space for me in my own darkness. No one but I could walk my path, but more than once, that space of healing and brilliance rose up to enfold me when I was ready.