Today feels pretty human.  Not that I feel pretty being human, just being human.  One of those channeled entities once said that the whole universe honored us humans, holding us in high esteem for our choice to be human.  That is, to permeate our brilliant and ephemeral spirit into the most obtuse material soil of the earth. 

But as we turned the corner around Saturn, you know deep inside that the sight of this planet glowing blue-green, basking in the love of Sol, drew us in love to merge with Gaia.  It was a gravitational pull rather than a challenge.

Well, ok, that fiesty angel of me did wave her hand vigorously squealing: “Pick ME!  Pick ME!  I can do it!  I’m up for the challenge, pick ME!”  And that playful rule of forgetting when we touch down, dive through Mother’s womb to begin breathing–“what did we do this for?!?”

Just one of those “huh?!?” days, cold fingers, scratchy throat, bumpy retorts.  Thank you for reminding me that this is a dance, and that Spirit embraces all.