|Great White Egret - Monterey Bay California|
|Under the Bridge|
I dreamt deeply last night. When I woke, the only remains of the dream were white birds and blue water. An acquaintance, beloved by perhaps the whole town, was found dead in his bed yesterday and his passing has left behind shock and mysteries. He was my age. The struggle to stay alive, to become more alive, to live with joy and purpose has just become more urgent and more important.
May all who struggle know love and may all those who no longer struggle, know peace.