Great Full

Let us take a moment to be grateful, and to remember from whence we came. To blink back into the light tunnel of the past and see the tiny buds and shoots we once were, and to be grateful for the ripened lives we live. We met on a branch eon ago as swollen globes of orange persimmon pulp swaying and laughing together as birds scratched in our hair and children grabbed for us just out of their reach. We fell to the rich loamy soil with a thud and melted away into granules of family and friendships, picked up and carried tenderly in the canines of a coyote we were deposited along the banks of the San Juan Creek. We sat there, looking side to side and smiling at each other as creek frogs chirruped and spit water into our faces. The rains came and caught the hem of our wisteria garments and carried us seaward through cattails and the slender legs of snowy egrets who glanced down at us like great feathered dinosaurs with Mohawks. We became frothy bubbles of browns and greens, coalescing in the eddies and bends of life’s flow and in our dreams we rode tractors thru orchards and barbequed sweet corn. We tracked horned toads and hunted for avocados drooping like lanterns.

We slumbered at the base of great grandmother oaks like kittens and we listened together to the mournful soul of the Barn Owl as she cried for those who have gone on ahead. Our journey has been long and lazy like the golden trickle of the Ganges, and we are caught up in this current of family and memories, winding the years around our fingers and weaving them into a labyrinthine cat’s cradle of love. We have floated far downstream and there is no turning back, save for in our hearts and minds, and where we are headed I am grateful to travel with you. Give thanks for the story of your life, and for the characters who share in its perfect unfolding.