“Thank you”.

Over and over again, the words welled from me. Tears flowed of gratitude, joy, release, unknown, and coming home. Driving, the winding forested road glistened all the more from the tears and the shimmer of unbridled happiness as I left western Massachusetts.

“Thank you” to those in the last few days who have made this miracle of road-flight possible. “Thank you” to everyone in my life who has supported me every step of my often unorthodox Way. “Thank you” to the few yet powerfully significant teachers who have mentored me through lives of aspiration. “Thank you.” Tears flow again as I type, tears of  gratitude and the feeling of coming home to Being.

Mother of the Buddhas, I feel you again. Thank you.