I was visited tonight by glow worm camping in the Utah desert. It was on my foot and then on my hand. It was only available to me when I was quiet enough to see it, and ready to have our meeting. It glowed like an ember of a cigarette in my hand. So incredible. This encounter reminded me to chant for my friend Skyler who left her body on Monday. A completely sweet soul. I had no fear for Skyler when I was chanting for her. No question that when I made my sincere effort to call in the ancestors to show up for her to assist in her crossing that she’s was perfectly fine. She was as pure as love is. Her ultimate care and love and excitement for others possibly the only tether for her in letting go of this life — to the pure light she is. Before I had my visit from my friend the glow worm, the wind was doing wind around me. Before that, I heard a very loud crack in the woods. And then another “boom-crack.” Death, Wind, Crack, Worm. Earlier in the evening I held my mothers hand. It was the hand my of mother: Soft - Strong - Gentle - Alive - Fleeting. My mother, my father, my two brothers, my friends, and all my extensions. All songs that drift with the wind coming and going. They are there when I am awake to them, and not when I am elsewhere in my mind. And then there is the inevitable passage of time and — the opportunity is lost. I know my greed still is present, I want infinite time with my loves in this life. It may not be possible. The moonlight is down now. Bright stars, and a whining passing airplane. I have to sleep. But first... I don’t know how this all happens. This beautiful, graceful, messy fucking painful life. I do however have faith in love and I’m shooting for the deepest care that I can conjure and the abandonment of fear at any moment so I can be awake for the wind, the worm, the hand, the life and the death.