Rasing Sun

Now is a sensitive time. A Brother of mine has been called up to higher duty. My personal contact with him was limited but I know his work and it was good. The summon was sudden. No time to pack. The assignment keeps him from coming our way again.

I have not lost hope. I do not ask you to stop your petitions.

The grater miracle than his return would be our letting go and allowing the Light and Love he represents live vivid in our own selves. There will never be another Sunday we live through without knowing it's not a thing or a measure of time but a person who dances in the light of new rising.

Why cling to a body? In letting go the spirit can rise if we let it. My hope is in seeing him again in the fullness of the final healing. That will be the most glorious dance of all. I'm impatient for it.

memory

What do you remember?
I remember being a child seeing the hill side filled with flowers
I remember the neighbor dogs humid warm breath descending
I remember oranges and lemons
This I remember
What do you remember?
I remember days of industry building tent palaces
I remember blanket hammocks and the cool breeze smell of eucalyptus
I remember the sea
This I remember
What do you remember?
I remember the fog so thick buildings were shrouded five yards ahead
I remember hot days strung together desert wind chapped lips
I remember my shoes
This I remember
What do you remember?
I remember traveling in a clan, road ill, stale air
I remember the night and swamp songs voices sound scape
I remember winter
This I remember
What do you remember?