It’s a liminal time, a time when the veil is thin and as Richard Rohr writes: “we are invited to be aware of deep time – that is, past, present, and future gathering into one especially holy moment.”  We honor our ancestors, all of our ancestors, and their presence within us.

Today as I sat with day coming to light I was filled with Rainer Maria Rilke’s words:

Ah, not to be cut off,

not through the slightest partition

shut out from the law of the stars.

The inner – what is it?

if not the intensified sky,

hurled through with birds and deep

with the winds of homecoming.

Wave Bench in Old Mill Park
Bridge Mirrored in the Park
Enter a Portal in Trees

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