Opening up to the world from the inner center, that place without rules, judgments, beyond the right and wrong, transcends sorrows.  Or so says the Tao.

So my brother brings up the shock of 50 years ago, when Kennedy was killed in Dallas.  My mind dances over the visions and the memories.  And I wonder what would happen if I spoke to Jack myself.  I converse with those beyond the veil a lot, maybe he’s in the Grange Hall.

Well he’s talkative.  He says that all martyrs have a plan, but plans are stories and there are so many stories from his life.  That it was best he left as he did rather than other options.  That just like 9/11, sometimes tragedy and shock bring much needed change.  He says his life wasn’t that fabulous, but his death was important.  He had fun while he was there (Marilyn Monroe comes to mind–but maybe that’s me.)

It’s all about being present.  With family, with whatever story you choose, with integrity and easy paced living, simple flow.  Be who I am in every moment.

And for me it is about reaching for Her Hand, leaning on Her shoulder.  Being still to hear Her soft singing.