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.