This morning at 5:07 I felt the house shake. Earthquake.  It was a little shake but noticeable, and another wake-up call on the preciousness and fragility of each moment. 

Years ago I was at a memorial in Inverness.  The pastor was new to northern CA and said he now understood why people here tend to be more open-minded.  The earth literally moves under their feet.  

I’m with these words of Pir Elias Amidon:

Between the river banks of your heart

an emptiness flows, sparkling with light

from nowhere. Push your body boat

into the current, there’s no need to row.