Last week I was in Michigan.  It is flat compared to the northwest.  It is hot, humid and the landscape is endless fields.  Corn was as high as my shoulder, deer stood still watching me speed by, careful to freeze unless I slowed down to say hello.

This trip reminded me of the endless landscape of a family–continuous fields of the same, hot and humid intensities, and dark clouds of cool rain showers.  Grandma sat and enjoyed the show from a high perspective of soon releasing all bodily limitations.  Little kids explored tiny cannonball jumps into the richness of a pool in hot summer.  Fancy dresses on little and big girls revealed the dreams of the young.  Men in fancy suits strutted their strength and power to please.

The sad scenes of addiction, victim, emptiness and frantic hiding were there, are still being caressed as reflections of true human life.  I am practicing not to suck on them, but allow them to drip out, tear by tear.

I prefer today to see Diana standing near the purity of a doe beside the Path.  She stands for me, clear and content.  Her eyes remind me that I am safe in Her forever forest of true love.  Right here, right now.