[Elaine Mansfield]
Love ends in loss for the ones left behind. And grief is a natural response to losing what we've cherished. But when I stood at the threshold of death, I felt something vast and ungullible. So far beyond my ordinary sense of self. Opening to that mystery was humbling. It made me a little wiser and a little more realistic about our precarious human situation. When I pause to remember someone I've lost, grief is right there. But as the 13th century poet Rumi says "The wound is the place where the light enters you."
Love ends in loss for the ones left behind. And grief is a natural response to losing what we've cherished. But when I stood at the threshold of death, I felt something vast and ungullible. So far beyond my ordinary sense of self. Opening to that mystery was humbling. It made me a little wiser and a little more realistic about our precarious human situation. When I pause to remember someone I've lost, grief is right there. But as the 13th century poet Rumi says "The wound is the place where the light enters you."
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