She had laid bare her pain, her heart, her grief, her vulnerability, and we were sitting in the reality that life had fully unraveled and there was little in the way of safety or comfort in her current experience. Except for the redwoods that held her, and her trusty SUV, the world had become a wild and tumultuous place. As her spiritual care provider, I waited in my own still center for a movement, a glimmer, a word, phrase, or question. Something that would bubble up from a