Oh, it was a magical day yesterday. The weather was perfect. Not right for the season, perhaps, but exactly right for what I wanted to do. Which was sit at the shoreline and perhaps, perhaps, to dive into the waves.

I ran away (and ran into people who had stayed with the fabulous artist who makes these mandalas) and had a chance to stop and a moment to reflect. My cousin and I could mourn together. We did that. We also laughed together and told stories and ate food both wonderful and ridiculous.

And in thinking about how perfect it was right here in this moment… I thought about how perfect it is right there where I live. That love and life is where you find it and where you make it. Yesterday was a gift… but today is reality. and Peace lives in both places… if only I’m willing to treasure it and build on it…