With a calm look at our excitement and drama/trauma, we see the fiercely amazing thrill park we chose as human merely being.  Esteem throughout the universe by more light beings, we perhaps are the lucky ones chosen, or who volunteered, for this trek through the coldest land without the sight of Spirit.

She is there, like the mountain I know is in the distance, but She doesn’t show herself often.  Faith reminds me that I do know She is there.  And I have to look or Her, get the proper view.  That’s part of the life game.

And what a GAME!!  I enjoy football, I am in some ways a warrior–destined to be kind in this life rather than scourge the land.  Seeing my home-town Hawks win–almost shut out–over the champs form the other side of the country, well, it was thrilling.

It’s a game, no matter who wins or loses, and this morning we are off to once again, find peace with our struggles as spirit warriors.  the Mountain doesn’t move, my touchstone for home.