today, drawing down the blessings of the blue moon, i re-member my father’s death eleven years ago and i feel like i am dying… still, so much to surrender… so much longing… it’s the moment to be very gentle and chant this mantra of lovingkindness over and over to quiet jangling noise, to allow grief and sadness to flow through… a moment to listen to Rumi:

“This longing you express
is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.