My mind feared facing life after my mother passed on to her next adventure. However, I’ve come to see that when I stay with the Beloved, the moments of sadness come and I cry and then they go. I stay in the now and let them pass like waves. They soften me and open my heart. When I sit in the third eye with the Beloved, my mother is right here, so she is not gone at all. The very best of her is present in every moment.

I shot this photo on a misty morning high above Santa Fe. Be sure to look closely at the many layers, reflecting the complex beauty in each of us.

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