This place...it feels like sacred ground...it feels like home...it feels sad.
Today I sit here and watch the sun fall behind the clouds as the storm rolls in. Countless days I've sat right here and watched the same scene unfold metaphorically.
There is beauty here, but there is also great sorrow. One cannot replace the other and remain honest. Both must coexist. The deep sense of loss must grasp hold of the utter joy. Hand in hand the happy and the sad must intertwine.
For now I will sit in the stillness of home. I'll watch the sun enmesh itself in the storm clouds and I'll pray for the grace to live that dance, the dance of hope.