The preacher asked me what my mother was like, and I had hopes he would use the information in his address to the loved ones. He didn't. But I told him about how my mother was always so fiercely inquisitive about everything, always reading books to learn new things, constantly seeking the mysteries on both the physical and metaphysical planes. Indeed, in her house, I found many tall towers of books stacked up. Rather a large amount of those were about planes themselves, ie. aviation. She was fascinated with all aspects and knew the many types of planes.

As a natural thing, when I first boarded the plane from Yuma to Phoenix, I took note of the flight attendant's announcements. "This is a Dash 8 Haviland . . ." I took note of the seating arrangement on the small plane. It seats thirty seven people. I have no idea how many the big plane seats. The first three rows are devoted to the wide first class padded leather seats. Then it goes back past for maybe twenty four rows or so, with six seats across.

It's a big bird:

Flight of the soul

6:50am

Oddly, I feel more like the mythic vampire, who watches all the mortals he has loved die, while he remains. This sorrow will always be a part of life. This bitter sadness, always. But as time goes by, I'll find more of the sweet. I know from past loss, this is so.

For right now, I'll just trust that memory.

The Moroccan singer says, "I know, I know, I know" as if in response to my deep sorrow. Death is a part of life. I'll remember the deep breathing.

What is 'my will' today?

To find within myself the calm spaces, to enter them and find strength within. Return to the center . . .

The vision of my perfected Self is one who is at the center point of her emotions, knows the deep wells of strength and draws deeply.

This is my goal for the day.