In the quiet of the morning, I sit with my gratitude for another rising. Though I sometimes wrestle with the thoughts in my head, my heart remains a cool green light—steady, open, and calm. I rest in the knowing that nothing can stop us now. Unwavering. Truly miraculous.

I find it an honor to be here, and to have carried out of my dark night tools and understandings with the power to help others. What I gathered in the shadows was not meant to stay there.

If I were to strip away all striving, all reaching and working, I would still be safely held—known by the infinite love of the cosmos, and known by myself. I want for nothing in this life, and yet before me stretches an endless field of possibility, alive in my potential.

It is a miracle that I am alive again—not only alive in the waking sense, but in the creative one as well. I returned from the shadows, and I returned whole. There must be a reason I made it out alive.

This is why I will take what I have learned and place it in service to other humans like me. To guide. To teach. To protect.

That is my calling.

I am honored to be here.

I love you,
EH