…I would not only step into the light…I would also remain there. Bill Reiner asked me today what it means to be cool. I told him it was like walking through life with a hard rain falling all around me, and allowing the water to wash off of me as if I were covered in duck feathers…or better yet: radiant and relaxed like Guadalupe. At age 62…I want to be cool…I want the rain to fall from my feathers and leave little pools of cool in my wake. And I wish to be covered in meters of blissful blue velvet with stars radiating from my being through the draped cover…I know that I may be getting a bit transcendental here, but today I feel like I stepped through a new door and had a glimpse of what it means to be truly compassionate…I feel like relaxing into this cosa nueva and allowing myself to feel the radiant coolness of the stars….
High Ten.