| p60 | The call is complicated by the life and the relationships that were, those that hovered around the potted soul, tending it all this time, oneself included. To live the life of the soul feels like the original transplanting, the ripping up of roots, being tossed to the wind. The new tendee is unknown and unseen. The life given over to the mystery that is still the surest thing of all - meant to be. What matters absolutely. |