I watch dark turn to light, listen to birds.  The turkeys are active gobblers these days and ground sound to the earth as birds in trees tweet.

It’s a beautiful spring day, and I’m aware that home is within.  This time of sheltering-in-place has me moving through memories as though reading a book.  All seems to be happening at one time as I sift through layers of childhood to adulthood to now.  

The last words of Ram Dass were, “We are all just walking each other home.”

Yes, and home is within, so I settle more deeply and contentedly into couches and chairs within as I watch the tide move in and out.  It’s a new day, a day of grace, and all that matters is how I meet what comes, the flowing through.