Three days of family, friends and feasts!  Human traditions from the first fire, warm meat and gathering of more than one.  Huddling over the flames, we play out versions of festivals and holidays of the eons.  Loud laughter, meals prepared over days and eaten in minutes, anticipatory concerns and post-mortem reviews.  Plus the dear gift of digitizing old family videos brings a self image so jolting and foreign to my eyes.

It is those brief kitchen conversations and quick glances across the room that sometimes resonate in my heart and mind.  I breathe through the slamming of my heart that the only focus is the moment.  But, being human, there are moments later on in the middle of the night that I review and replay and wonder with worry about what the glance meant and what deeper telling was intended in the words.

I met God on a walk the other day.  She was dressed up as a Grampa from Boston, looking for the Grateful Bread Cafe.  I was enjoying my melancholy and chuckled at our little inside joke.  Walking with him, She reminded me that I can walk briskly and purposefully, even sharing the path.  When we parted ways, She kissed my hand through my gloves and smiled through his eyes.

Today I begin a new song of my beautiful self, gorgeous love, embracing brilliance to me and through me and from me.