It’s memorial weekend.  We remember.  Some put flowers and, or flags on graves.  Memory is caught, held, and shared like flowers as they come together and fall apart.

I’m filled with grief at the tragedy in Uvalde, and how some, even now, are allowed to spout lies at the NRA convention which should not be held. 

The Buddha’s last words were Be a lamp unto yourself.

And so today, we light our lamps as we merge with the lights of those so recently and tragically taken from us.

Anne Lamott writes: Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

This three day weekend, may we pause and reel connection to Source, the place to begin.