August 11, 2009

I have dropped into a new constellation of seven people here at Grace Grove: Puma, Morgan, Sam, Barbara, Rose, Celeste and Adam. Being the new star in this configuration, I am feeling out all the gravitational pulls. Where do I fit? How’s the fit?

I reflect on old friends where the story lines are known and where familiarity breeds trust and comfort. Here where there is so much newness it is natural to seek the familiar. In the mornings I write in my journal propped upon my knees. I write until I have emptied myself. I devour myself in words dissolving wants and desires, and pull at their very roots. I write until my senses bring me to attention and begin with anticipation yet another day here by the river, under the sycamore trees.

Over the past weekend I happily reunited with Martin Gray. Many of you know him as the National Geographic photographer who wrote Sacred Earth. Unfortunately for me he is leaving the country once again for another round the world adventure at the end of August. My best hiking buddy will be gone but not until we get to the Humphrys Mountain outside of Flagstaff. I am anticipating cool air, a great trout breakfast in Flag, a hike to meadow high on Mt. Humphrys and of course some great companionship.

Meanwhile working nonstop on this launch for One Spirit Weekend. What an amazing team of dedicated folks and I don’t have a long commute!