Like a pinball in a maze I’ve been bumping against walls: computer crash, changing plans, abrupt calls, stories of heartache, missed appointments, then poof–a connection!  Good news!  Satisfaction!

I am reminded of a song I heard Judy Collins sing:

Tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free.
Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be.
And when we are in the place just right,
We will be in the garden of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained,
To laugh, to love, we will not be ashamed.
To turn, to turn twill be a delight
Till by turning, turning we come round right.

I am turning turning, a dervish twirling in the Divine’s Dance Hall.