Having something so precious that its very absence is almost unbearable, is such a gift. Knowing a love so great that it transfigures an entire life is precious beyond understanding.
I lie awake tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I clean and rearrange my home, working until my muscles ache with fatigue and I am filled with joy. I create meditations in love, stitch by stitch, hour after long hour, day after day. I resurrect my oil paints in an attempt to manifest the joy that surrounds me. I go to work filled with a need to serve, a need to share, a desire to find another outlet for these floodwaters that fill me.
Every act becomes an oblation, every face a chance to share this love.
Sometimes the agony that causes us so much pain is the greatest blessing we have.
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