The invitation, which we can at times hear clearly, during the dark of night,

in the slowness and the depths, during time with the moon

and as we move in and out of states of sleep and dream,

is to not abandon death in our rush to be re-born.

To not short circuit the intelligence and creativity that death is,

and to remember that rebirth is not possible without the creativity of dissolution.

Allow the death some time to unfold, to share its poetry and its fragrances, which are not partial,

but of a light that is whole. In those times in our lives, when things are being rearranged

and reorganized inside and around us, we can attune to what is truly being asked,

whether it is to cure death and reassemble the known,

or to allow the forms of love safe passage to continue their journey.

To honor the forms of love as they come into our lives and touch us and share with us their beauty.

But equally allow them to dissolve so that new forms may emerge and enchant this place.

To give them permission to dance and play and participate fully in the sacred return.

To somehow become a more and translucent vessel in which love can find its way here.

~Matt Licata

when the day finds me open and curious…

inquiry for today~ may it always be an option to love more…

find your way in…

No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars,

or sailed an uncharted land,

or opened a new doorway for the human spirit.

~Helen Keller