|power lines in the Albuquerque dawn|
I dreamed I died last night.
Terminally ill, I invoked the right to die and took a large capsule of morphine. People knew I was going to do it. But I did it without much fanfare. Oh, by the way, I told one of my daughters. I took the capsule and tonight when I go to bed, I won't wake up.
This morning when I awoke, I felt weighed down. The responsibility of love is not a weightless thing. It has heft and substance and every morning we pick it up again--if we are so blessed to awake and have love in our lives.
The road trip continues. I'm off to see friends, friends of friends, and family. Places familiar and new. Sights seen and unseen. Connections winding tighter. The power of love anchoring me to this earth and rising upward and beyond the known world.
|Do you see the outstretched hand?|