Waking up…

sand painting anew

beginning with gray, adding brown,

now i see green, looking for rainbow…

blowtorch to cold feet igniting combustion

dancing rainbow gold.

Are you feeling the breath of the ancients breathing us on the pilgrimage today? I awaken to the winds blowing in grief and feel loss and begin to dance with this partner twirling and whirling into the beyond where in the silence i hear acutely the spirits whispering to turn loss around and it is sol, soul – the winding way of loss leads into the spacious emptiness of soul – Mahalo, Ancestors!

Love dancing this rainbow path with you…