“Surveying a Firestorm”

< I reached down and picked myself up. Like pinching a lifeless blanket off the floor, lifting it to height. My other hand, plucking tiny bits of calcified cotton off like old identities.

- There's compassion and empathy... Thank you, Lisa

- There's a pure demonstration of unconditional love... Thank you, Mom

- There are a lot the bits of suffering... Suffering is grace… Thank you, Dad

- There are all the memories of Deanna & Justin… My intentions were from a loving place. There was so much loving intention. Not a day goes by without a warm memory. My spirit got lost through no fault of yours. I'm reacquainting myself with spirit. The love I have for you both is still there… Where could it go?

Can I sit with all the suffering and all the joys - existing simultaneously?
Well, it turns out to be the case. Mine. Others. All of us. All of it.

It is that same grace I’m blessed having known a love for human being like I experienced with my children.

It is that same grace in every breath filled experiences of joys and suffering.

The suffering has brought me to a depth of pain only love knows, and only compassion heals.


I love you, Deanna.

I love you, Justin.

Mark