At times, we are asked to bear witness to a shattering. To the death of an old dream – me and my life and the way it was all supposed to turn out.In mourning what has fallen away, a previously hidden threshold begins to appear.Grief is not something we “make it through” and emerge from unchanged. We don’t finish it, but stand in awe as it takes us apart and pieces us back together.It is a faithful companion of the unknown, moving not by way of the straight line, but by circle and spiral.It holds us through the darkness as well as the light, until another life begins to gather itself.If you’d like to continue the conversation, you’re warmly invited to receive Return to Your Center, a complimentary introductory teaching, or join my mailing list.