Visited with my cousin George Coser, Jr yesterday at the kitchen table. He's a gift. Always something profound among the stories. The sacred lies at the root of the mundane. And every word is a power element. Each word or sound, whether thought, written or spoken grows our path, the path of our generation, the children, grandchildren, the Earth...We become the ancestors. A sense of play gives a lightness of being. So get out there and play--and be kind while you're at it. To yourself, too.
November 27, 2012