A small community in the Pacific Northwest mountains was buried in a sudden mudslide.  And the rain keeps on pouring, the river swells, debris covering homes, families and small town life.  No one seems ready for death.  It is so distracting.

But it makes life so so sweet and precious.  Thank you Oso for the reminder.  Whether driving in my car, sitting with my dear friend, or making a meal–each moment is brilliant with the trembling vibration of good.  My quiet empty moments in this small apartment are filled with new meaning.

There is no avoiding the slide, the crash, the missing plane.  I surrender.  I surrender.  I surrender.  And allow much time to sit and stare at the trees.

I am so glad to be here and now.