When you feel scraped raw, when your heart is splintered and jagged, when the ghosts of scarcity choke your throat and cloud your sight, when gnawing emptiness threatens to consume you, may you dare to stand a bit apart from your own illusions. May you remember that time is an ocean, a circle, a snake, a tree with branches and roots growing in all directions at once. May you allow the memory of love to nourish you now; may you allow the joy and satisfaction of the future to reach back and fill you now. May gentle waves of love soothe and smooth your harsh edges. May you allow the most broken parts of yourself to be touched and held by the vastness and wisdom that you are, by the circle, the tree, the ocean that you once were and will be again.