A story about a village and a princess

Once upon a time in a village by the mountains there lived a lovely young princess. She loved taking care of children with special needs but sometimes did not feel she knew how to take care of her own needs. She loved animals and was well known in the village for baking delicious desserts. 

   The young princess had led a life full of love and also heartache. Her light still shown bright and one day a dark prince saw that light and came into her life. Our Princess and the prince fell in love. It was not an easy love. The dark Prince often would test the Bright Princess to see if her love was only to be his. He would not share. The dark Prince lived in his castle in the north and would often return there to brood. The Princess would sometimes take to her bed and sleep for hours and hours as she would get depleted from taking care of all the children and her Brooding Prince. But he was also extraordinary at times and would swoop in to save the day like the time the Princess had to move to a different castle. The village was happy that their Bright Princess had her Prince. 

   One Spring a tragedy befell the Dark Prince. He had taken his life. The villagers did not know him well enough to know why. Is it possible that he had always carried a dark spell? Many do..and wait and wait to return to the source. To be free of some dark hidden anguish. 

   All the villagers knew was that the heart of their beloved princess was broken again. All they could do was let the Princess sleep and heal slowly. The village held its breath and sat in a healing circle around their friend. Then collectively they breathed...sharing their breath. All breathing together which made it possible for each of them to breath. As we are all a Prince and a Princess and we have all collectively had our human hearts broken. 

   The village was surrounded by Spring and renewal. They all recognized that cycles of life were universal truths. No one would ever really know why the Prince had come into her life and why he chose to go away when he did. 

  But the village knew they had each other and that they were stronger as a circle of friends. We know that we each have had turns where the loss was unbearable and we reached out for comfort, forgiveness and compassion. Collectively we can hold the loss and the love. This is a great truth in our life of mysteries. May you all feel held.

Blessed be.