There is so much I want to tell you about living life with curiosity. New wonders are awakened, old ones slip out of reach but remain ever-touchable in one’s heart and spirit. Thanks be to the Great Mystery, Great Spirit, ever-present, ever-steady, touchable.
There is so much I want to tell you. You, who buy gold candlesticks for saints. You, who give your grief to the earth and sea piece by piece. You, who linger in the garden of your own heart. You, who bravely sit in silence and observe the mind going round and round.
You, who visit that certain holiness hanging around the homeless, the broken, seeing those qualities in yourself also. Just seeing them and still giving thanks and polarizing yourself into a laser beam of non-reactive calm. You wear that certain holiness like a halo, like a legend, a myth, an intimate devastation.