Family gathers today on the 69th day after my brother’s passing.  I look out on the redwood tree in my yard. A sparrow flits by. Crows caw.  Sun begins to part the fog.

I search for words of wisdom but the heart speaks without words.  A fine mist, it sprays.

I woke from a dream this morning where I was on retreat and we each had a notebook by our single bed in which to write the kind actions of our day.

What a reminder and what a way to wake.

The Dalai Lama says, “My Religion is Kindness”.  In these troubled times, that may be all we need as we stretch intention on the longest day of the year.   

Flowers near the beach where we’ll scatter ashes today

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