I wake up noticing it’s still dark at five.  We’re moving into a new season, and yet, warmth is still to come before the light dims to transition again.

A friend has received a pacemaker.   It saves a life and changes it, so he’s with a series of limitations right now.

In this, I feel, nourish, and invite an extra tenderness to my heart today, as it beats loyally between my lungs.

I remember walking in Muir Woods in the winter rain.  There was no place to sit as the ground, plants, and benches were wet, and I felt myself moving like the stream.  

My cousin who is in Hospice now was told by her oncologist to read Eckhart Tolle.  I thought it odd to suggest reading at this point but then I came across these lines of his.  

Through death you will find yourself because you no longer identify with form.

I’m alive right now, identifying with form, and gratefully appreciating the rhythm of my heart, and that is this moment, now.  

Peaceful, the gentle beat!