Bereft. Bereaved. We enter into that sadness. The sadness of the woman who has had it all taken away. We live in the Garden. This is the Garden. See the image of the little blue globe seen beyond the rings of Saturn from the back looking probe that goes beyond in to the oblivion. Our island home in the vastness of the cold & black. Earth. Terra. We need only accept. To ease back into the serenity & bounty of this beauteous place we have been given as our birthright. What is it we seek? More than enough. The abundance is plainly all around us. No woman… no cry… my prophet said it best. No woman… no cry…..lift your hands to the Grace that abides…. No woman… no cry…. more than enough…. no woman… no cry….
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