Day One Hundred and Seventy-Eight
 

I am changing in some magical and mystical way.

       ~ Sam,  June 2, 1993




As you trace the winding and rising of the road you have traversed, you realize again the largeness of this journey.  But at the same time, you see that the mystery has been moving around you and inside of you, carrying your heart to life’s tiniest altars all along the way.  So you have loved the coconut snowflakes filling your cuffs and crowding your lashes…you have bowed to the sunflower lifting its face past your shoulders…you have smiled with the pinches of marigold seeds that spill from summer’s dried blossoms.  And in these moments, you have changed.  For as you pirouetted at each reverent pause, twisting and disappearing with the twirling breeze, spinning and swirling into stardust, you forgot to bring your tears.