Some days the complexities of living a three-dimensional, black and white, good or bad reality take their toll. Enough! I want to say. Everything has its place on life’s continuum.
Everything happens for a reason. Somehow, I’ve known this since I was a child. Even in my darkest moments this inner knowing gave me hope with which to carry on. I guess you could call it faith that in some way, if there was a reason for what had gone on, some good was seeded within it.
Mandalas are fascinating microcosms of the the wholistic nature of life. They speak to us on levels beneath reason and logic drawing out a new understanding–insight that intellect alone could never know.