Today I went up on Mt. Tamalpais to sense more deeply the shape my life
might be taking after my mother's passing. I walked to a tree I have
visited for more than 40 years. Beneath the tree were two deer bones and
a spray of blooming daffodils. I have no idea who put them there or for
what purpose. Encountering this combination of death and rebirth, in
this place on this day, all I could do was bow in gratitude and awe to
the Great Mystery that nurtures and guides us every day of our lives.
Oh, this is breathtaking. Death and rebirth, ends and beginnings, and also a reminder of the eternal nature of existence, even after the shape we recognize is gone. I love that I was recently in Marin and can imagine (sort of) where you were. xox
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