Tuesday, October 14, 2003

" The world is not an unfortunate accident: it is a miracle moving towards its expression."
~ The Mother

R ~
When you left, I wondered how that elongated car would drive, or rather how I would drive it. I watched you all waddle into Singapore airlines - waddling from the way the luggage looked wobbling behind you, plastic wheeled carry-ons in revolt against an earth which at some point in their creation they had agreed to roll upon. Who could mire down a journey such as this, the four of you flying before you ever boarded any plane? Anyway, the image of waddling ducks came to mind - a duck migration to Singapore. I was grateful you were among wonderful friends and fuller within myself because of meeting them. Questions remained. How will you be different when you return? Will Mirra dance? How will India show up to Makasha and Katharine who have visited before? What new possibilities will you imagine into together in the presence of the energy of that magical place? What will you dream real? I hold the space for your magical unencumbrances. Know that I am connected with you always. Love, ~K

posted by: rjon | October 14, 2003 11:09 | comments (1)