Yesterday I was by the bay watching the tide go out changing the niches for the birds. Newly exposed mud offered new opportunities to feed.  It was like a poem unfolding new places to feed what we already know.

My daughter-in-law’s mother passed away early Friday morning.  She and her brother are dealing with the details and I am with how we meet death.  How do we rearrange ourselves for this matter to energy exchange, this cloak of the personal opening to the universal?  

Ramana Maharshi, was once asked, “How should we treat others?” He replied, “There are no others.”

I sink into knowing that.  

Romance by the bay
Opportunity and Search
Emergence

Flight

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