For it is often through the gift of becoming undone, being in a situation thatβs way over our heads, that we can understand our lifeβs purpose the clearest, especially how we can use our individuality to mend our undoing through a vision that better matches the potential of our Higher Self.
I need a name for this ink ... A name for the feeling you get when you see someone again. After many years. Someone lost to you. Or so you thought. And you remember them a certain way. In your mind, they never age. But then suddenly, there they are. Older. Changed by time. Different, but exactly the same.