Writings

::PART 8::
EPILOGE
    August

I'm home! Somehow I made it. Some time around midnight last night, a big steel bird dropped me beside the San Francisco Bay, and now I'm walking down sunny streets, grinning from ear to ear, delighted, feeling blessed.

Of course I can't believe it. Of course I'm about to wake up any minute high in some cold Andean village and have to hunt for a mate de coca, a bowl of soup, or a plate of food, which will then be shockingly delicious and served by a kind, curious face.

Or maybe it is real. Maybe I am here, alive, healthy, remembering, savoring, mentally and physically wandering.

Not sure. One thing I know is that I've never felt surer that this existence consists of only one component � energy � and that that energy is what we generally name 'love,' and that we create that energy in exactly the way we please.

How shall I create my energy right now?

Expansive, inclusive, continuous.

My energy, my love, I send out from here, to you.