"Your grief for what you have lost lifts a mirror up to where You’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s is the joyful face youh’ve wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings."