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Resilience

Sorrow -- AI

I don’t feel well… I had the feeling it wasn’t coming from me at all, but from you… I’ve just learned that you lost your father. All I can do is send you my thoughts, though I would so much rather tell you in person that, even though the death of those close to us takes a part of us at first, it also allows us to discover and nurture a space—long hidden in the shadow of our loved ones—that gradually leads us toward more light, growth, and wholeness…

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