accept the cycle and its rhythms. Sometimes there is a sudden abrupt ending in mid-cycle. We are jarred and feel threatened. Someone died too young, or something was smashed and broken. Often thoughts that create pain remind us of our mortality--we, too, have an ending to our cycle. Shall we live out its fullness or will we too have an early ending? Life is ever changing. There is no beginning and no end, only a constant cycling and recycling of substance and experience. Life is never stuck or static or stale for each moment is ever new and fresh. Every ending is a new point or beginning. LOUISE HAY
