shedding heavy stars to reveal light


Learn the art of taking your stand on the Truth within. When you live in this Truth, the result is the fusion of the mind and the heart and the end of all fears and sorrow. It is not a dry attainment of mere power or intellectual knowledge. A love which is illuminated by the intuitive wisdom of the spirit will bless your life with ever-renewing fulfillment and never-ending sweetness……Meher Baba

each little incident in our lives reveals and sheds an inner knowing…..even when we forget and deny and hurt ourselves and feed on anger, something bigger that holds the open sky is there, carrying us and calling us to our higher and spacious soul-kin……and so it is….

Love is the emotion of merging, of becoming One. Love is a way of pushing through into the One. We treat love and hate and the other emotions like they are all on the same level, but they’re not. Hate, fear, lust, greed, jealousy – all that comes from the ego. Only love comes from the soul. When you identify with your soul, you live in a loving universe. The soul loves everybody. It’s like the sun. It brings out the beauty in each of us. You can feel it in your heart……Ram Dass

all the uglies within us take a stand

Revelation is not for the faint of heart. Some of us with tiny paranoia issues think that so much information and understanding is being withheld from us- by colleagues, by family, by life, by God- knowledge that would save us, and help us break the code and enable us to experience life with peace and amusement. But in our quieter moments we remember that a) there are no codes, and b) if you are paying attention, plenty is being revealed. We are too often distracted by the need to burnish our surfaces, to look good so that other people won’t know what screwed-up messes we are, or our mate or kids or finances, are. But if you gently help yourself back to the present moment, you see how life keeps stumbling along and how you may actually find your way through another ordinary or impossible day. Details are being revealed, and they will take you out of yourself, which is heaven, and you will have a story to tell, which is salvation that again and again saves us, the way Jesus saves some people, or the way sobriety does. Stories to tell or hear- either way, it’s medicine. The Word. Without revelation and reframing, life can seem like an endless desert of danger with scratchy sand in your shoes, and yet if we remember or are reminded to pay attention, we find so many sources of hidden water, so many bits and chips and washes of color, in a weed or the gravel or a sunrise. There are so many ways to sweep the sand off our feet. So we say, ‘Oh my God. Thanks.’….Annie Lamott

to witness the deep undertow


Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity…….Pema Chodron

how to navigate the road of our own humanity? ever notice how we wile away from our vulnerability, choosing to ignore our dark shadows or berate them? how do we ‘be with’ them instead? heal?

So many myths. So many road signs. So many descriptions of how to enter into the divine mystery. It is laid out for us to see. At least as much as it can be…the mysterious part remains just that, thank goodness.

Over the centuries, people have tried to understand what it takes to enter into the unknown. Whether it be the Hero(ine)’s journey, Inanna’s descent, or navigating a labyrinth, those who’ve traversed this terrain have tried to find ways to guide others through. It’s really quite beautiful.

What I’ve found through so many of these myths, stories, and guides is this: We have to let go of something in order for our hands, hearts, minds to be empty enough to receive that which is being offered to us. And, in receiving what is offered, we take charge of the seedling. We become the gardner, the attendant, the one who will love this seed into expression. It is not our task to ask that it be a certain kind or flavor. It is not our task to judge this seedling.

Nor is it ours to question our ability or capacity to be this home of nourishment and growth. We were created for this. Our capacity has been given to us as a sacred task while living in a human body.

As Creatrix, our role is to welcome the creative seed and to give it a place to burrow down into the soil of the flesh so it can be held in the nourishing dark. It must have a home as its shell breaks open and roots and wings grow forth.

Your human body is a chalice always being filled with love, inspiration, and breath. Just as we are breathed, we are filled with the creative force, a force that rises up from the base of the chalice that is the body…..Julie Daley

step-up to self-compassion

If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative within yourself. Truly the greatest gift you can give the world is the gift of your own self-transformation…….Lao Tsu

the mission of an intuitive flash


To achieve, we must get our life together and we must not get caught up in the drama. When we sense that an obstacle is flirting with us, we need not attach to it, but observe it and learn from it. There will always be obstacles – this is easily predictable! However, we can learn to deal with them better – like my Grandma says, we don’t need to make a mountain out of a molehill. When we make an honest effort to understand them (our obstacles), without attaching drama, we open up to learning something about ourselves. We will eventually evolve from thinking ‘what is wrong with me’ to understanding that everything is temporary and that despite its presence, we can maintain or manifest peace of mind. ‘If small things have the power to disturb you, then who you think you are is exactly that: small.’……Eckhart Tolle. Break patterns. I can hear the voice of one of my yoga teachers, ‘Anything meaningful in life usually comes at the expense of a little sacrifice and hard work.’ In many ways we are deeply attached to these obstacles and therefore we need to work hard to understand and accept them before we can rise above them. We all have a black hole within – we all have things like fear, insecurity and shame. Retraining our minds and bodies is a step toward unconditional acceptance and compassion for all life, including our own……Tanya Lee Markul

to listen, to center and participate in our own lives has the sparkly magic to reveal a new honoring, a reframing, a releasing…….may empathy and calm heal our hard stories…..

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them, they could perceive what they have made of us. When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy. Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love. For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot live in tears but in exaltation. The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all. Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness. It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is at sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life. At times I feel myself overtaken by an immense tenderness for these people around me who love in the same century. I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world…..Albert Camus

aligned with purpose

Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.

…..David Whyte

in search of our finest moment

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Vigils calls us to a loving listening. Because we have so much restlessness and noise in us, we find it hard to nurture a listening attitude. So even the very listening to chant begins cultivating that listening. It is an attentiveness that begins with our sense of hearing but leads much further and much deeper. Monks are encouraged to listen with their hearts so that in the end they may perceive “what eye has not seen, nor ear heard.” Rising well before dawn for Vigils allows monks to add a whole extra dimension to their day. Not a few men and women outside the monastic life have discovered that they, too, can bring the spirit of Vigils into their lives by setting aside a certain time and space for nothing but spiritual pursuit: meditation, prayer, silence, listening to music- whatever suits them. If we add a little time to the beginning of our day, even if it means getting up fifteen minutes earlier, this contemplative moment in the early morning can enrich our whole day. Without the contemplative dimension, the whole day can slip away into a mad chase, but those few minutes can give it meaning and joy. Once the bright light of day dawns and the demands of the day begin, it is easy to forget the sacred, timeless dimension of our lives. The angel of Vigils challenges us to carry through the rest of the day the mystery of a darkness that gives light; to carry it with wonder and joy, like a melody we cannot forget……David Steindl-Rast

this invitation to be with our life as a sacred act is profound in its small & subtle implications of becoming lost in something other than the daily self……what celebrates us in the deepest, primitive mystery? where can we be most alive?

Gradually, as our perspective deepens, we begin to experience our own lives in the context of a wider purpose. We begin to look at all our melodramas and our desires and our sufferings, and instead of seeing them as events happening within a lifetime bounded by birth and death, we begin experiencing them as part of a much vaster design. We begin to appreciate that there is a wider frame around our lives, within which our particular incarnation is happening.

I was on board the Taj Express train bound for Agra, with a stop at Mathura where I would get off. Traveling by train in India is full of rich lessons. The trains go slowly, express or not, and we moved at a prehistoric pace, the countryside creeping by, palm tree by palm tree, until I wanted to open the window and scream. But then something began to shift. Rather than resist the slowness and count the minutes, I told myself a little story. “This trip is going to go on forever,” I said inwardly. “This present moment will never end. I’ve been on this train my entire life, and will never, ever get off. Now what?”

Meditating on this story, I began to surrender into the rhythms and speed of the train, looking out the window at the passing images without the anger of moments before. My attention fixed upon a young woman in a field; she was wearing a colorful sari and walking along a path by herself, in one of those middle-of-nowhere places, a large clay jug balanced on her head, her undulating gait allowing her head to remain still as she moved. She was close enough for me to see her eyes, which were underlined with black kohl. She wore a pink hibiscus flower behind her ear and silver bracelets on both wrists.

To my eyes, she was like a Gauguin figure, caught in an action that would never end, her past and future filled in by imagination. As my train moved slowly, purposefully forward, covering the passengers with coal dust, the woman moved more slowly still along a path that extended in both directions, out of sight, seemingly without end. Although she was only in view for half a minute, her existence seemed to penetrate me, forming a profound impression. I was both attracted and repelled — attracted in the part of me that yearned to slow down, to move to the rhythms of earth and sky, the seasonal cycles of planting and harvest, the coming and going of generations; repelled in the part of me raised in the West, accustomed to material life and great stimulation. In that moment, I saw these two aspects in stark relief, and wondered which of these parts was actually “me.”

……Ram Dass

immanence & possibility

“Throughout the Orient the idea prevails that the ultimate ground of being transcends thought, imaging, and definition. It cannot be qualified. Hence to argue that God, Man, or Nature is good, just, merciful, or benign, is to fall short of the question. One could as appropriately—or inappropriately—have argued, evil, unjust, merciless, or malignant. All such anthropomorphic predications screen or mask the actual enigma, which is absolutely beyond rational consideration; and yet, according to this view, precisely that enigma is the ultimate ground of being of each and every one of us—and of all things.
“The supreme aim of Oriental mythology, consequently, is not to establish as substantial any of its divinities or associated rites, but to render by means of these an experience that goes beyond: of identity with that Being of beings which is both immanent and transcendent; yet neither is nor is not. Prayers and chants, images, temples, gods, sages, definitions, and cosmologies are but ferries to a shore of experience beyond the categories of thought, to be abandoned on arrival; for, as the Indian Kena Upanishad states: ‘to know is not to know, not to know is to know'; and the Chinese Tao Te Ching: ‘Those who know are still.
“’Thou art that,” declares the Vedic sage; and the Japanese: ‘It is your true self.'”
“‘O thou,’ states a basic Buddhis text, ‘who art gone, who art gone, who art gone to the yonder shore, who at the yonder shore hast disembarked: Enlightenment! Hail!'”

…..Joseph Campbell

the breath breathes us


I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul.

……Cat Stevens

maybe we should all wish for the wildest love to come up heavy and leave us as light as the rush of wild birds whooshing through our hearts……blindly scorching the air with tendrils of shifting illusions…..

We must assume our existence as broadly as we in any way can; everything, even the unheard of, must be possible in it. This is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most inexplicable……Rilke

it is time, it is time to reap this precious harvest

In her poem, The Turtle, Mary Oliver writes: “The turtle breaks from the blue-black skin of the water, dragging her shell with its mossy scutes across the shallows and through the rushes and over the mudflats, to the uprise, to the yellow sand, to dig with her ungainly feet a nest, and hunker there spewing her white eggs down into the darkness, and you think of her patience, her fortitude, her determination to complete what she was born to do- and then you realize a greater thing- she doesn’t consider what she was born to do. She’s only filled with an old blind wish. It isn’t even hers but came to her in the rain or the soft wind, which is a gate through which her life keeps walking. She can’t see herself apart from the rest of the world or the world from what she must do every spring, crawling up the high hill, luminous under the sand that has packed against her skin. She doesn’t dream, she knows she is a part of the pond she lives in, the tall trees are her children, the birds that swim above her are tied to her by an unbreakable string.” I often wonder just how advanced humans really are. Why is it that we question our being- our existence? Who am I? Why am I? Does our ability to question life and self put us at the top of the ladder of species, or at the bottom?……

There are times when, If the circumstances are just right, Like a full moon, A light rain, Twilight, or Fog,

There is a momentary crossing

From time to timelessness,

Form to Formless,

Blood and bone to earth and rock,

Past and future to present

Where the atoms, the molecules of me

Forget to stop

From fusing into the earth and other places

Where I am not lost, but found,

Not part, but whole,

No longer longing for myself.

….Elisa Cobb

easing into sweet rhythms


I was in the woods one day and found a tree stump to sit on, crossed my legs, spread out my arms, palms up, and just closed my eyes. Well aware of the benefit of meditation but beyond caring to strive to do anything else to make myself more agreeable to society and merit the good life, I just closed my eyes and practiced being me.

I sat there with no agenda, no breathing technique, no visualization, no mantra, no expectation or intention — just me.

Wow! Did that feel good. All of a sudden I realized, “I’m here!” No pretentious pose or need to be a people or even a God-pleaser, I was just showing up as me. It’s a very powerful thing to do. And magical — all of a sudden, my breath starting doing what some people go to gurus and/or pay lots of money to learn how to do. It started to generate a decent rhythm all on its own.

I started to feel connected to everything that surrounded me. I could feel not only my own existence but the community of the trees, the moss, the deer, the sun, the air, the ground. I wasn’t trying!

The natural phenomenon was clearly introducing itself to me, because for once in a long time, I was showing up in a natural phenomenal way myself.

The more I was showing up as me, the more strength I acquired and the more powerful I began to feel. This did spill into my world and my presence, and dialogue and connections were becoming truer. The richness of truth, the energy it elicits, cannot be overstated.

The alignment of you showing up in the world will activate all kinds of wonderful things. It activates that magical gesture called Destiny or whatever you want to call it, but it’s a stream or space or powerful alignment where you are in the zone — meeting, learning, growing life in a way that keeps on empowering and not victimizing. It’s an exhilaration of being.

A favorite quote, source unknown, I saw on a bracelet once said, “Be one with yourself, and all things will come to you.” I have to say, I can attest to the process. Taking time to be one hundred percent you, alone, with the Universe, will make you wonderfully aware of how one you are with yourself and all and how what you need shows up, if you do.

Afterthought: It’s really about and not about us all at the same time. The part that’s about us is being able to know who we are. The part that’s not about us is being able to let our knowing run through us and touch/trigger/catalyze everyone else’s (knowing)…..Julie Sergel

walking deep in these woods, we resist, and repent our sullen ways…….no more, we say….it is time to dance, to be with each breath of these wild and gentle breezes…….

Keep on dancing.

We dance together worldwide.

My biggest fear is to do all the work alone.

Does this mean that I fear dancing alone too?

Yes. For it is more fun to dance together on a dance floor.

To invite creativity in, we have to embrace that lonesome quiet and see it as a nourishing force of our practice. There is a creativity that keeps us and our projects evolving. From time to time we may feel alone in the process, but in taking one step at a time, we will be led to a new part of our path.

One movement is a dance into the next.

The essential mission behind our creative practice is to add one step and one part to the whole puzzle, rather than striving to know how all the tiny parts of our ideas add up in the end.

No matter what you want to bring to life, honor each step on the road. Writing one sentence a day will add up to a page. Stay a compassionate and patient parent of your creative babies. This is the art of having a creative practice.

One idea will connect to another, and suddenly you will find yourself having a new part of the path revealed to you. Keep practicing consistency, patience and self-trust as the importance of your creative work.

Your creative endeavors are important because they shift and transform our world while healing, transforming and inspiring others.

We need to reconfigure each part of our creative practice by staying committed to honor and allow reorganization as part of raising those creative babies. One is revealed, another is concealed. As one part falls away, a new one suddenly appears. It is unpredictable.

That is why it is called creativity.

Whatever is concealed in your ideas, concepts, projects or books, simply trust that the next important step will come. The creative forces will continue their dance and something new will be revealed in front of your mind’s eye.

We are not here to do the work alone.

Trust that just as spring arises, new ideas will surface. This is the natural cycle of all life. It is pretty likely that our creative practice will fall into new places and add up to something you could not have imagined before………Stefanie Honeder

 go down, down as the deepest breath

To enter fully the day, the hour, the moment
whether it appears as life or death, whether
we catch it on the inbreath or outbreath,
requires only a moment, this moment.
…….Stephen Levine


enlivened again


I am terrified to think of the catastrophe that awaits humanity if we do not walk forward in love, and humbled to think of the age we will initiate if we do, believing it will be the age Tielhard de Chardin dreamt of when he said: “Someday, after mastering the wind, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of Love. And then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.”….Mark Nepo

self-transformation and the friction of our assumptions seem to ride against the grain of beauty and conscious experience……we are embedded here, within our absorption with struggle…….

For those who have found the still point of eternity, around which all- including themselves- revolves, everything is acceptable as it is; indeed, can be experienced as glorious and wonderful. The first duty of the individual, consequently, is simply to play his given role- as do the sun and moon, the various animal and plant species, the waters, the rocks, and the stars- without resistance, without fault; and then, if possible, so to order his mind as to identity its consciousness with the inhabiting principle of the Whole…..Joseph Campbell

to know of light, to be with dark….

No individual exists in its own nature, independent of all other factors of life. Each has the totality of the Universe at its base. All individuals have, therefore, the whole Universe as their common ground, and this universality becomes conscious in the experience of enlightenment, in which the individual awakens into his own true all-embracing nature…..Lama Govinda

can you hear the wildish whispers?


When we see beyond self, we no longer cling to happiness. And when we stop clinging, we can begin to be happy…….Ajahn Chah

we cannot live without each other… is within these most difficult and precious relationships where we begin to know ourselves….to live in the sensuality between nature and time……

There is a backdoor where we can skip the names that keep things small. This door is worn and rusty. Its hinges screech only halfway — not heard or seen where the sun flirts with the land bright-eyed in his promise of comfortable becoming, but at night, and under, where the creatures are belly to the earth and amorphous. Where one’s senses become heightened necessarily by the thick presence of Mystery, and hairs stand on end with the Holy. This is where we’re going.

The door is so ancient that it has been swallowed by the landscape around it, and to see it, you must offer yourself first to the rhythmic swirl of life and death where you too will be reclaimed by the Mother, and become of the elementals that hold shape and structure and allow it to flux and change both.

Life happens in the intervals.

I’ll say it now, just in case you want more, on where this door lies in relationship to your urban organization and your manageable to-dos and your Sunday prayers.

Where it leads we cannot journey together. You will be unutterably alone, as I am. But I am here to tell you of my task, worthy of announcing, so I’ll give you a clue as to what is behind that door: impressions, dreams, images and shadows, dancing themselves into feeling.

I found the moose skull through that door, in a circle of dead cottonwood trees, bleached white from the sun — the skull and the trees both. In the eye socket, that space where a vision occurred, a tiny purple Pacific Aster grew, replacing the iris with rays of lavender and pupil yellow like the wolves here.

It had been watching me with its flower eyes, as I came upon the circle, so stark in death amidst life that it pulled off the impossible task of disappearing in plain sight, and I had to look twice to see.

It had been watching me as I danced for those great mountains, whose peaks, regal and dangerous, rose out of the lakes like a rough Aphrodite. Beckoning you close with mouths agape in the fiery light of sunset.

I place my hand on the skull. The dome of bone sloping up and over, ridge-like, to fit just-so in the divot of my palm. My fingers fan out from that high place alluvially, resting downward and outward like the rivered landscape.

I hear a noise behind me and my heart skips. At the edge of the river on the far bank appears an adult female moose, brethren to the calcified one under my hand. All legs and nose, she is breathtaking in her ironic delicacy and grace, combing the water’s edge for reeds and roots.

A riparian beast built like rickety geometries; all vertices and lines and angular slopes, but moving like water, as it has learned to do in its apprenticeship over the years.

Her apparition felt important. The purple flower in the eye socket wavered its consent, and from then forth, I carried that skull with me as I wandered the land picking up pieces of me where they lay.

It was on this land of wildflower and wolf song that I was bestowed this task I cannot name. And now, back inside these four walls, inside this concrete city where many of us call home, I need to return to the door more regularly to stay sane. To keep my toes in the dark current. To place my hand on that warm bone again.

There is a tension in the tasks we are moved to surrender to. And I’m not talking about the mundane. I hope I’ve made that clear.

I’m talking about the soul tasks, the real ones that, as Rilke said, come up from that “deep place from which your life flows”, that you cannot ignore, and will not survive reconciling, in any small sense of that word.

These are the tasks that ask you to lay down your small largeness and assume the form of the eternal, inky black and mysterious.

They are the ones calling out to you from hidden passageways and in signs and symbols placed just-so like flower eyes in bone sockets and watery moose movements.

These are the tasks that cannot really be explained or ever completed, but in whose courtship burgeons life and soul purpose unimaginable until tasted, radical on the palate, and alluringly dangerous like snow-shrouded mountains at dawn, or the rush of river over moss rock.

Real life happens in the tension of what is seen and offered, touchable and tangible on the outside for our people, and what is hidden and dangerous, wraith-like, slippery with ecstasy, on the inside.

I am tasked with holding this tension… for now.

And staying true to it. A woman at the crossroads. One arguably ruined by the knowing of naked life. And all I can do is be with the task and sit in silence, and smile a small smile when the crows start up outside my window in raucous choirs, and do my best not to feel unbearably alone.

It is the path of the wild heart. If I know one thing, I know this… and you will know it too when it is your time: some of us are not content to fall asleep while the world, in its wild way, dances on.

….Shakti Sunfire



…she slipped to earth,
so quietly, without fanfare,
her satin foot
gliding to ground
like a whisper,
as if to say,
you too can land like this,
as I did, just now,
remade in your arrival
but quiet, unassuming,
able to take the familiar hurt,
once again
of being here and being found,
can come to earth
as if grounding lightly
on the sand of a new world,
re-imagined and witnessed
and reborn
as you were,
by that flight
you made against the sky.

…..David Whyte

nurturing toward intention


When I think of nourishing the soul, I think of nurturing the ability to respond positively to life- that is, the ability to sustain passion for our interests, values, and projects. I believe that the worst of all spiritual defeats is to lose enthusiasm for life’s possibilities. Two things, at minimum, are needed: an ability to appreciate the positives in our life- and a commitment to action. True spirituality does not exist without love of life. If we feel unhappy or unfulfilled, the most urgent question is, ‘What needs to be done?’ Or one might say, ‘What’s missing in my life- and what can I do about it?’ How do we nurture the soul? By revering our own life……Nathaniel Branden

this little remembrance stifles our reaction to shut down… open the channels of well-being is about remembering that we are alive….breathing…..may we find the soul within our quiet breath…..

Peace of mind has nothing to do with the external world; it has only to do with our connection with God. Love really is the answer. We’re here only to teach love. When we’re doing that, our souls are singing and dancing. When we remind ourselves that we are spiritual beings, that life and love are the flame eternal, that’s when our soul is nourished…….Gerald Jampolsky

so many tears before soul

You witness with your soul, not your eyes, for the soul is the divine part of you that observes everything. As you begin putting much more attention and energy into your soul, you begin to discover the ‘divineness’ that is within you and everything else. To nourish the soul means to participate in the very mechanics of creation- to become a co-creator of your life and of the world as you want it to be. The higher part of yourself has a ‘knowing’ that you’re not alone, that you go where you’re sent, that you’ll be guided, that you can surrender, and that it’s going to work out. The higher self helps you look at yourself and at others from the perspective of love rather than fear. Through this process, which I call ‘intention,’ you will begin to see your ordinary life becoming extraordinary….Wayne Dyer

a deeper promise


We live in illusion and the appearance of things.

There is a reality, we are that reality.

When you understand this,

you will see “you” are nothing.

And, being nothing, you are everything.

….Kalu Rinpoche

the unexpected new voice that rises up comes from a promise to be the keeper of the senses…..weaving soul shine into our beautiful imperfections……and so it shall be….

Your thoughts and desires and purpose are meant to be shared and expressed. Fight the urge to care what those close by think of you. Feel the energy of the Universe surrounding you and cheering you on. If you sit quietly you will be able to feel the energy and support surround you. Feel its power and move forward.

Separate yourself from your zip code, your town, your state and even your country and feel the grandness of your being. You are one of a whole. Feel it, love it, live it. Next time you feel limited in life, take a journey and live beyond your perceived limits..Rebecca Mckown

 evolution of mind

The dreams had been terror at loss, at something lost forever; but nothing was lost; all was retained between the sky and earth, and within himself. He had lost nothing. The snow-covered mountain remained- love had outdistanced death. The mountain could not be lost to them, because it was in their bones- nothing was ever lost as long as love remained…..Leslie Marmon Silko