Fullness of spirit cannot be broken in the aftermath of our travails.  We are undone again and again, only to be remade with greater awareness of ourselves, our hears, our souls.

The canyons, bit by bit, shall be whittled away, becoming sand that travels to the ocean on mighty rivers, and pushed into new mountains.

Painful goodbyes usher in turning points wherein we must remake our lives.

As the night ends and dawn begins a new day, the vestiges of the pearls of yesterday begin to glow again.

The roads disappear:  we wander endlessly, and slowly the path forward becomes clear again.

Subtle changes begin, then arrange themselves in a pattern that we can see.

The mountain awakens in a glorious array of light when the storm has passed.