Because I’m aware each moment could be my last, I set intention for mindfulness, which is quite a task.  I keep looking for reminders to reinforce my focus on presence, even though I know this is about knowing enough, and not needing to “seek” because all is here.

I’d been following the search for Caroline Meister, a 30 year old member of the Tassajara community.  After an exhaustive search that included Search and Rescue teams, she was found.  She’d fallen by a waterfall on a solitary hike, and hitting her head, died.

I read that a few days before she disappeared, a friend asked her, “What would you do if you knew you only had 48 hours to live?” 

Her response, “I’d go for a long hike alone in nature.”

Each life, a gathering and falling apart

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