Others tend to distrust this type of healing work, and I don't blame them. There is nothing to see, no physical mending of body parts, no medical tests to be run that confirm healing has taken place. This is healing work made visible only by words and descriptions of souls disappearing into the light of their new destination. How do others know what I see and hear souls say is real? They don't.

Obviously, the resuscitation of beauty is not more money, status, the latest creams slathered on hopeful faces, or something we can force. It is very much a byproduct of our journeys toward a spiritual power that shines within.

Funny how I look at time now and feel urgency as if I've wasted most of my life doing, rushing, accomplishing. Funny how learning, being, and living don't feel like wasted time. Is time a concept that stretches and shrinks depending on how we think of it?

In the bright sunshine, I thought next of duality, or how life seemed to be constantly reminding me of two sides of a coin, the flip side of a decision, young and old, sunny and cold, and on and on, causing me to ask are the parts of us separate, even contradictory?