I seem caught in the roots of Joshua trees, the arms of Cholla cactus, as I hold and process sun and moonlight in new ways.  This journey rings through me.

It was complex as my daughter-in-law’s mother passed away recently, so we carried grief with us as well as love and gratitude.

We were wrapped in the words of Pema Chodron:  You are the sky.  Everything else is just the weather.

And there is Bell Hooks: 

Imagine how much easier it would be for us to learn how to love if we began with a shared definition. The word “love” is most often defined as a noun, 

yet all the more astute theorists of love acknowledge that we would all love better if we used it as a verb.

                                                                 

And now I come to Galway Kinnell’s poem “There Are Things I Tell to No One”

Those close to me might think

I was sad, and try to comfort me, or become sad

themselves.

At such times I go off along, in silence, as if listening 

for God.

And then the poem goes on to explain what he means by “God”.  This poem speaks to what I felt at Joshua Tree, what I feel now – flow – the ever-moving, balancing and giving flow – the Oneness we are with Gratitude as Blood.