…of the night. I find myself typing at the computer. I have been stung by memory in the last few hours. Friends from the past surfacing in different ways. I am reminded of the good and the bad times and how these moments frame the present in the bittersweet forgotten rhythm. All of this is good. I get to have a look at the road I have taken and the continued healing into the moment. All I can do is just breath into the acceptance of the past and all the misses and the gains that occured and move in…..deeper…closer to home…return to the Source. No matter how deep I fall into forgetfulness…somewhere in there is the reminder…the gift….gracias por todo.