I sat next to Brownhill Creek on a calm, Sunny, autumn afternoon in meditation, and asked it to tell me about time. This is what it told me.
When significant relationships end, we deny that it’s like someone dying. But when it happens to you, someone did die. You did.
It turns out that my pride had been my own, self-imposed barrier. My own deep belief had kept me from even pursuing the alternative idea. Letting it go was freeing.