Last night at dinner with my mom, she looked at me and told me that she believed that souls meet long before our physical selves meet. She said that she knew me for years before I was born. She knew she had to be near her dad in California because he ran a fruit stand.
I am starting to feel the molecules around me. I'm not so sure that things are so black and white as we might want. I want to be lucky enough to let this matter travel into the veins of another. Travel up long tree roots and short grass roots and feed flowers. There is energy, a life force that is beyond these simple descriptions of life after death. I am learning to pray.
I'll choose to be a bright shining rainbow in this life and spread love and light into the Earth around me. That's not so bad.
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