I have even found wonders in depression. Depression sometimes calls me into stillness, liberates me from crucifixion on the clock of time, invites me into an ever-deepening place of peace within myself, and allows me to rest inside my body as if it were the most luxurious easy chair imaginable. And grieving, particularly when it is intense, delivers me into a sleep so deep that I feel as if I am a dormant seed safely hidden in the rich loam of mother earth with nothing to do but wait for the rays of the sun to awaken me.
