We are here to enter a cave of illusionary darkness to shine our light Emmanuel says.  It doesn’t do any good to stand outside and cry about it (I’m saying that to myself).  The story of loss in change is hilarious but so hypnotic and hallucinatory.

Why would I believe that I’m leaving love and crying about it?  When I am truly expanding my heart again across country, across soul groups, and into more shadowy caves–of myself and my stories.  Maybe weeping is simply how this body/soul does change in this life.  Let’s go with that.

Love finds the Way.  One step, another task, small actions, thinking of others. Today I tend the fire of love inside me and take the basket off my flame.