Let the holidays begin…

In the mailbox this morning, a welcome to Thanksgiving Week.

You are, we are, I am in this noble silence sharing within a mysterious instant between now … and now-and-not-yet. Thank you for being and for being here now.

Today, a friend sent a poem satirizing reincarnation. I replied that the problem with both the poem and any discussion is problematic in that the only tools we have for such are those tied to the lenses created by symbols tied to the past. Even the present is tricky: We, you, I have never been in this present instant. We think we know what we are seeing/experiencing, but, really, that can at best be a projection.