Paula Vibert Photography


The death of a child is the fatal blow to a mother’s heart.

It will either kill her or resurrect her.


That choice is to be made everyday. Or is it?

Perhaps we are all meant to die and resurrect every day.

And leave behind the ashes of a day lived to the brim

And with a heart more open, tender and softer

to simply keep on walking

to simply keep on smiling

and be grateful for the limitless treasure

found in the heart of the sacred silent absence.



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