Mourning is not a career, nor is dancing upon star dust throwing chrysanthemums along the well lit path. Range of motion and flexibility of response are the tools of readiness and repair.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to bored to slumber in a life that has lukewarm events and little spontaneous delight or despair. Abundance is not simply an accumulation of delight or sorrow, but a vast array of experience, hope and yes remorse for loss of those we love.

Lilacs and Daffodils are wonderful to smell, look upon and remember but so too are the frogs, winters and huge broken branches from storms that we survived. It all makes me.

Tragedy is not my friend but in tragedy I have made the best of friends, people who without the help we offered each other might have never met. As if the experience were the opportunity to collect the rare people and events.

Slumber not when light still stands to meet the demands of the Divine on hand and heart, not just the end but middle and the start. Some of the best learning collected were the worst times.

Along the road to heaven’s gate one can never be early or arrive a little too late. For it is not fate that makes us wait but the weight of wisdom that sponsors one date. A perfect time.

I love this world, you and all these choices, even appreciate in a loony way the passion and the voices. But home it calls not tonight that seems so alluring but the timing’s just not right.