Prologue

Adrift in an unfamiliar sky—is it sky? I call it sky because it seems endless and strangely silent; no guideposts, signs, references that I have used to navigate my life by up until now. I have lost my “self”, which seems to have been blown apart in several discreet bodies—physical, emotional, spiritual, mental; maybe more. What floats here is unknown to me.

My body, all of it, had to be cleansed and purified through this horrific ordeal. In order for grief to diffuse, I had to grow a new body to contain it. In order for my heart to reemerge into the light of the world, I had to wrestle unimaginable pain and somewhere along the way, somehow, choose another horizon. I had to know that he is safe. I had to know that we are all, always, safe.