Solstice

When I can't see where I am going, when I don't know the way, that's when I can be sure I am heading the right direction. Certainly, clarity, well laid plans that go exactly as planned--these bring comfort. But, they do not teach trust. Trust is the long night, the letting go, the immersion in darkness--that's how we step into our fullest selves.

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