“In 1963, I surrendered my child for adoption, and although I have found him, he is still lost—”
“I move in and out of sorrow, and the spaces are filled with joy. The joy is not for any particular event or thought, but just for being. I feel the stirring of great understanding, of complete knowing and of trust for every moment that remains. I am aware that from this place of being, from this consciousness, I will feel the depth of my feelings and will emerge completely whole. It is in the breaking of my heart that I will mend. In the sobbing I will be cleansed. In the surrender to my sorrow I will make a place for joy.” —Jane Guttman, the author