Hey crew! A mother whose son is dying is in my thoughts tonight. Lisa The son is also. Probably several weeks, maybe a couple of months. Both of them, and all who love them doing their best to sail ahead into uncharted waters.

Some of you know or know of Lisa Null and some don't. Regardless, I know you all welcome her aboard.

Some one see to the sails, someone else get the kettle on in the galley. I see some of you are already battening down hatches that don't require much going in and out of.   The seas ahead, as we all know, will likely alternate between stormy, tempest tossed and long swells, sometimes soothing and sometimes sickening. Down at the bottom of those swells, seems as if a little ship must surely be swallowed by the ocean, only to find in a little while, the ship is momentarily perfectly balanced on the top of a swell and all creation laid out as a feast for the eyes, the heart, the spirit, the suchness of being.

We are not just one small ship. We are a flotilla, giving heart and courage to one another. That is what it means to be as fully human as each of us can be, eh?