Passing Words: Rod Nordland

The soul arrived at the desk, taking it all in, making copious mental notes. "Hey," it said, not knowing where to start. "Every single question you have wanted answered is welcome here," Peter responded. "Every curiosity satisfied; every bit of what seems categorized into help or harm addressed." "Completely?" the soul asked, intrigued. "Unflinchingly," came the response, and the soul stepped back to take that in. "Unflinching" was a word it had heard to describe itself a zillion times, and it had denied itself the belief that any of it could be sufficiently addressed and resolved. "I'm in," the soul whispered, hands in its pockets, but stepping forward; it had accepted (early on) that the only way out is through. "Yes, you are," Peter said gently, and hit the button to enter the gates. "May you grapple well and accept healing when all of that makes sense. May the fight to understand be a noble one. May you feel welcome to champion your own heart and your own cause as you've done with so many." And the soul felt like a little kid again, excited and scared, but in a good way this time ... with a wariness that had a chance to turn to trust with no love unrequited.