Where did you go when you
walked through the veil?  Whose

candles lit your eyes?  And how
did you bear the singing of the stars,

streaming all around you as the whole
roaring cosmos rushed by?  Did you dream

of the egg of the universe?  Did you
wonder at the bright door of the moon?

When did you see it, the pathway,
the portal, the light inescapable?

And when did you become the light
that sparkles over the snowdrifts, the

breeze that stirs the soft feathers of the wren,
the murmur of the creek as it flows through the valley?

Gratitude List:
1.  Jane’s marvelous memory for poetic recitation.  She might ask me the same thing three times in five minutes, but she just might recite half of Hiawatha from memory.
2.  Brooke Gladstone’s interview with Cyndi Lauper on On the Media today.  I will always love her iconic singing voice, but today I was utterly mesmerized by her sweet speaking voice and her accent.  I kept wanting to pull the car over and write down the things she was saying.
3.  New red fish with a big blue snail.
4.  Shelter.  I admit that this one carries a great deal of anxiety, too, as I think of those who do not have the luxury of shelter on this cold, cold night.
5.  Epiphany.  The light shines in!

Come!  Walk in the light!