We must let these times call us up and out into versions of ourselves that have not yet been seen on Earth. We must be savvy and cunning. We must make ourselves inhospitable to the strategic assaults to our spirit and our courage, while making ourselves eminently findable by the deep Dream of The World. We must allow ourselves to be made in just such a way that we become brave and ingenious collaborators with the Dream in ways we could not have imagined. We must learn to serve in these times, not from a place of desperation or saving but from a place of love, deep imagination and fertile rage. 

Coda, noun: the concluding passage of a piece or movement, typically forming an addition to the basic structure. 

As I laid with Coda this morning, before anyone else was awake, I found myself whispering to him You have done what you came here to do. We are so well. We are on our way. And it is time to be on yours. We will never, never, forget you.

There is a balance that we are a part of, that we could also call indebtedness. We are beholden to each other and everything else for the continuation of this wild dance and our place within it…Listening for the relationships, supporting the balance that comes from increasing the erotic interdependence happening in that small ecosystem is. And if that means I feel anxious every morning that the rain will not come to offer its restorative oxygenated droplets, I’ll thank my parents and grandparents for this unfortunate endowment – the belief that at the foundation of the good life are certainty and predictability.