The sacred oil would realign people with their true soul essence, and carry them to the other side. The myrrhophore would hold a vigil, whilst praying.
We are wounded humans living in a world that not only perpetuates wounding but profits off it. Our culture is not literate in the language of the soul.
Observe how your mind, body, heart and soul naturally seek homeostasis and regroup, often giving you insight on what you are.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
The texture of commitment hasn’t been a grandiose cinematic score. Daily, it feels more like a Bach Suite -- sweet, rhythmic, flowing, precise, simple.