She started to see that where there were cracks there was a light that was willing to fill them. She started to find that where there was sorrow that wanted to knock her down there was a soft swelling of Earth that was willing to hold her and stand her up. Where there was searing pain and tightness there was a soft gentle breeze that would offer an opening and a relaxation. She started to find that when grief engulfed her and threatened to swallow her up, there was always enough water to cleanse her and she would float to the surface of it’s pool. She started to find that where there was pity and lack and ugliness and shame, there was a hot fire in her belly that she could reach into and ignite and burn it to the ground.