I spent the last two days with my grandson living in the realm of the imagination.  The playground was closed so we settled under a tree with beautiful green leaves.  We stretched our necks to become giraffes, and even now I feel my long, flowing neck and lips gently nuzzling and ingesting leaves.

A coyote is howling this morning.  Perhaps it’s waking from a dream of the Supermoon last night.   My meditation these days is “Beyond Multiplicity”, and I ground in illusion as I juggle, snuggle, crawl through, and open to rainbows in play.