(Courtesy of Jessica.diamond's flickr.) I remember sitting in the lobby when you invited everyone present to a wedding in the mountains. Once there and settled, you took the time to look each person in the eye, and lent your radiant power to the union. Leaving no doubt, you helped each of us to know when it was time to go as the food was not planned for so many guests. That sunny afternoon under the wedding tent is one of my living memories. I dream of it as well. The beauty of the ceremony - the stillness presiding over everything - human and companion nature at peace. The school bus ferrying folks lifted out of the ditch on the narrow driveway uphill by a small contingent of men and women who knew they could do it on the count of three. I am not the same after each of these times, and my gratitude is boundless, for in them I have really lived with conscious awareness and joy.
