Dark Fire

Last evening’s memorial service at the edge of the river down from the church was quite moving. Maybe a hundred students, staff & faculty from the school. Cynthia’s all too brief life, her talent as an artist, her attention and grace and dignity all celebrated. Her one terrible decision not ignored. I was able to call the service to order and frame the event and at the end bring a formal dedication of our presence and words to her and to all…

From there I walked up the hill to First Unitarian where our Benevolent Street sangha was already sitting.

Fierce silence.

Dark fire…

Luminous darkness…

I’m endlessly grateful, as hard as it can be at times…

Endlessly grateful.