Where do you find yourself when your world screams,

though all around you, 

a deafening silence echoes a haunting refrain?

Even the darkest night, with sparkling starry stories, follows another day in seeming ignorance,  

and the circle of life keeps spinning, heeding not your pain.

I remember (without the debilitating weariness, body, mind and heart-wrenching pain and guilt), a year of hell wherein the darkest dark, fear, numbing shock and hopelessness threatened to swallow me whole. Shortly more than two years ago (early 2020), with unsuspecting swiftness, when what began in 2017 as a slow-forming rip current grew dangerously powerful, dragging me bound in anxious attempts to free myself. I saw my life ebb as I floundered and flailed within the deepening ocean's watery graveyard of grief.

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://thecontemplativevoyager.wordpress.com/2022/05/10/life-happens-so-does-voyaging-into-my-heart/