Tomorrow will be 51 years since my father passed away in a motorcycle accident in 1969.

I was in Mexico City and struggled to get back home.  Flights were booked as people returned from vacation and finally the American Embassy stepped in to ensure I got home.

Now, today, fearing the threat of war, I look at an abstract goddess figure my brother gave me years ago.  Her lap is a bowl where you place your wish for the day, week, month, and meditate on invitation, reception, and request.

Right now I have a little red elephant placed there.  I think of the animals destroyed in fires due to climate change. I think of pain ringing through each of us as we take in destructiveness in a multitude of forms.

I’m with these words from the poem “Lie Down” by Nancy Paddock.

Lie down with your belly to the ground

And then rise up

With the earth still in you.

Times have always been challenging, but I believe today is a good day to: 

Lie down with your belly to the ground

And then rise up

With the earth still in you.