I was thinking that’s what humans are, after all–Love plus mud.  HA.  We are the inspirational thought of the Divine cloning itself–along with all sorts of game rules like FORGETTING that completely.  Then She dove into the beautiful mud of this planet, and covered with wonderful slime, called Herself me–and you–and all of us.

So here we are sometimes, throwing mud at each other, screaming and yelling and giggling and sighing and even pretending to drown.

As I hear the soft soothing rain falling, I breathe in the memory of how wonderful and idea it was to become me as Her here.  I’m off to wiggle my toes in the mud.