Journal Entry, September 15, 2015
Sometimes an entire breakdown creates an opportunity to find authentic strength and vitality. A kind of starting over kicks in when we finally allow ourselves to ask real questions. When the outside world has no more control, a meeting ground is prepared. For many of us this "do or die" intensity unveils another kind of inner reserve that waits unencumbered for us to reclaim a relationship with it.
It was in the 17th year.
The glue of life dried up
It was in this time of agony,
This force invaded slowly
In that darkest of moments,
Everything crescendo-ed in silence
In the invincible Teacher guiding from the wings,
In the joy-permeated Goddess she would become.
©Ganga Fondan, 2015