Sublime

Ann Bedford Ulanov

I began to take journeys into nature which felt like the only place big enough to hold my grief.

Life becomes the Death Mother and we, its ever-needy child.

ask what the dream longs for from us. When we honour and follow the longing we have for our lives, it leads us deeper into the state of resonance.

Sometimes you can even catch spirit in the curve of a ceramic cup.

Sometimes, it is the eclipsing nature of another’s personality in whose shadow you lived.

What she keeps sealed away can never be harmed so long as it remains hidden. Silence is a power, yes, but when does silence turn upon its keeper and become the captor?