This Lot in Life…

…I have recently, through the weird grace of Facebook, been reunited in the cyber channels with a number of friends from the distant past.  I find it interesting where these encounters take me.  My overused mind drifts into the  abundant slip stream of the past and the most forgotten of memories reappear in their kerplunk-ness…some recollections are so far down there that hopefully they will remain unrevealed. So be it.  Ultimately, however, I am reminded of the tremendous blessings that accompany friendship.  I am also reminded of all the running I did to avoid those blessings.  Through the streets I wondered…past fairy tails and acid flashbacks…to the feet of a sublime teacher who reminded me to "come back, Anado"…return to the source.  In this "return" I meet some of the faces that touched my heart long ago…I am reminded of the good and bad times that brought me to this present moment.  I remember years ago when I was such a young fool, Sufi Whirling in a disco called 12 West down near the piers in the Village…I wanted so much to stand out from the crowd…as time progresses I realize that acknowledgment ultimately lies within…in acceptance…and so the whirling continues…sometimes I advertise…but oftentimes in the most creative moments…I am moved to tearful gratitude to the One who encouraged me to "come back, Anado"…that is where I meet the Silence…