As you likely know by now, I have mixed feelings about coming indoors and returning to normal. Of course, it was magical to be around the table celebrating my mother on her very birthday. In the midst of the gaiety though, I learned about the murders in Atlanta. My heart aches.
Before dispersing, we accidentally lit tissue paper on fire and fluttered together for a few seconds before returning to safety. Only ash remained providing a good reminder that we are all evolving into spirit. Can we acknowledge that we are one first and all in this together?