Photograph and Words by Jenny Miller @the_ardent_alchemist
I went out in it. I went into the woods and found a path I did not know and I walked it. I walked my grief. I walked my loss. I walked my sadness and the cold fire of fear and the gray ash of disappointment. I walked my poem and I walked my story and I walked into all of the suffering and confusion until it had cleaned my heart and purified it and opened it again like a lotus blooming and this, this is Love.
A word from Betty:
I have been through the dark and lonely places, but I also have come to know the One who continues to lead me through them. As we choose to embrace the joys and the sorrows of each necessary season in faith and trust, the fog shrouding our soul slowly lifts and we behold, as in a glass, His glory and our glory in Him. Gradually then, we begin to mirror this eternal light of Love, claiming our true nature. After all these years, I still can’t explain it, but I can tell you that it is so because I have experienced it. The Hidden Life Awakened page10.