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.
