My grandfather had a mahogany kaleidescope that he kept in a stand on his dresser. When I was younger, I use to marvel at its display – bits of brightly colored glass tumbling into fanciful designs.

I’d spend hours gazing through, delicately adjusting – moving closer, then away from the light. It brought me a sense of comfort through it’s seamless continuity. Within my tiny hands I held something with neither a beginning nor an end.

It effected a magnificent assurance within me. Even at the tender age of 6 years old, I realized – not everything is as it seems. But more so, that so much was left to influence – the balance within a continuously flowing stream.

As I grew older, I learned to hold this image true. I thought less of the physical markings of day and more of the divine illumination influencing each change. Life extends beyond our simple notions. And we, are an integral part of its splendor.

Moving, shaping…and always becoming.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️