….back in the old days in New York I heard of either a poem or a book by the poet Ann Sexton entitled "The Awful Rowing Toward God". Because those days in New York were a bit nihilistic for me, I sorta related to that particular title…somewhere along the line, the rowing has become less arduous and at times life has become more joyous and I acknowledge the precious gift that I have been given. Today in Mexico we celebrate Dia De Los Muertos…we acknowledge our ancestors and friends who have passed on into the ether of the Mystery. I have been feeling a bit bittersweet this morning…remembering friends from the past. I am so absolutely grateful to be alive. I thank this godliness that surrounds us in this most beautiful way…I am blessed to the "nth" degree to be amongst such beatific friends and critters. To share this life with such a magical soul like Richard is pure magic….the rowing is joyous…the rowing is mysterious…the rowing is divine.