Moving along -

Jane and I write this morning.  I am aware I am on an island, floating on the sea.  It is like I am on a big boat.  I had not realized how much I used the land to ground myself as I went through this process.  Now, I float on a piece of land in the sea, and either I am turning, or the land, but I seem to be twirling in the grasp of the breeze.  I know what it is to be a bird, changing awareness of gravity, and the support of land or limb.  I notice the birds here spend a great deal of time on the ground.  I guess, they, too, appreciate this support in the midst of the sea.

Happy landing and soaring, breathing, and being.  It's quite a luxury to breathe, and take the world in and let it out, and be a world itself, pulsing in and out. 

The book I suggest everyone read is Left to Tell - Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust by Immaculee Ilibagiza.

Surely life on earth has to change.   May it be so!

There is a writing nook in this house that I am in love with.   I will take the image of it home with me.  It is sweet, luxurious, cozy, and perfect as can be.