Expansion Contraction

Sometimes my spirit soars to new heights…expanded, elated…as when I am reading Rumi, or when I bathe in the ocean…and I am filled with awe and deep love.
Sometimes my spirit is contracted, and I am plunged into the fear of crying and abandoned children. And I am filled with anger and grief.
Always, I am grateful for a spirit strong enough to contain both heaven and hell.
Always, I will ache to comfort the children.
Always, I am at peace.

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