The Living Presence Within Absence
There are moments in every life when absence arrives like a shadow that does not move with the sun. It settles quietly at the edge of your heart, and no matter how you turn, you sense its weight, its hollow echo, its silent claim on your days. In these moments, we discover that loss is not a single event, but a landscape we must learn to inhabit — a vast terrain of echoes, memories, and invisible continuities that stretch far beyond what the eye can see. We are taught to measure presence by what we can touch, see, or hear — the tangible warmth of a hand, the sound of laughter, the sight of a familiar face. Yet the deeper truth of being asks more of us. It invites us to perceive presence with subtler senses — the senses of the soul. For what we love never simply disappears; it retreats into another dimension of intimacy, where it continues to shape and accompany us in ways that ordinary seeing cannot comprehend. Absence, though it can wound us, is not barren. It carries a strange ...
