The fog is cleared for moonlight. I hiked today with a friend to a special place. Last time we were there was after a fire and the landscape was bare but now fifteen years later the plants make a canopy to walk through and the ground is covered with banana slugs and bunnies hop out and pause along the trail. We were alone in the mist and made our way to a special bench and bridge.
This is a weekend to pray for peace. Tomorrow people gather at the local beaches to hold hands to protest drilling for oil and yet if we drive there, oh, my, and so, this weekend is a weekend of meditation for peace.
I read from a book by Dawna Markova today. She asks: "What is the name you call yourself when you want your soul to answer?"
Viktor Frankl wrote: "In times of crisis, people reach for meaning. Meaning is strength. Our survival may depend on our seeking and finding it."
May your reach find meaning each moment, night and day as your soul answers your rightful name.