In the midst of hurting,isn’t there alsoan embrace?An enduring friendlinessthat holds you? The birds are singingin concert with the wind.Playfully and timelessly,the world twists and twirls-your hurt amidst it all.Not as a mockery,but as an honouringof the truth of your hurting heart. All the while you,you are at home. Home in a world still dancing,reminding you to remembera boundless…