This is an outcry and an exultation for the broken and holy. This is a hallelujah for the life not confined to the shallow spaces we may find ourselves in. This is for knowing that the conversation continues even when we find ourselves feeling so alone, somewhere the conversation goes on. Even when we are missing, grieving, outside of, we are also a part of the great and ancient Mystery of Life and the legacy of our ancestors. We continue on the path they started and we turn it upside down as they always knew we would. This is why they handed it down to us and we hand it on to others. We go deeper and we fly in the depths. This is how we rise.