I’ve been with the words of William Shatner and his experience venturing into space.  He, too, like others, looked back at our planet with wonder.  It’s such a precious jewel.

I’ve been meditating outside these days, inside, too, but this morning was outside wrapped in fog, with the hooting of an owl leading to caws of crows and the shriek of a hawk.  Somebody scrambled up the redwood tree.

More and more I find myself settling into the wonders of this world of which I’m part and whole, form and non-form, life and death.  

Chief Crowfoot:

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.