The Journey Begins . . .

Whenever a plane I’m on runs into unexpected and severe turbulence, I think of the fragility of life--of the ways we are not in control.  As we ran into turbulence crossing the International Date Line, I reflected on this fragility amidst the immeasurable vastness of all life.  The pilot steered our aircraft in the dark expanse of night sky with the immense, unfathomable ocean below.  How insignificant this small speck of a plane seemed compared with sky and ocean.  How insignificant each passenger seemed compared with the abundance of life on Earth.  Perhaps the way our minuscule and precarious lives have meaning is in our connections—in the ways we step into traditions,  uniting with those who have come before and those yet to come, in the ways we gather with others to create family and friendships, in the ways we join with nature to create a sustainable, welcoming earth! 


Good bye lovely house, my sweet, sweet Lunabells . . .