Why is it, that in order to start living I must feel flattened and empty first?
Why do I have to die a thousand deaths before recognising the real dawn, and would rather reject and discourage than hope and rejoice?
Being well acquainted with disappointment and loss may mean that seeking those helps re-establish the only stable grounds I know.
But.
Where is my spirit gone?
miramaze
(((hugs ))))
The dark night of the Soul ?
Your spirit is still there .. perhaps just stepped out of the way for a while so that a space for the NEW to be born ?
This too shall pass.
Bless
XXX