When I was a child, I remember spending an entire Saturday playing outside with my friends. We would lose track of time and become completely absorbed in our games as though they were the whole world. But eventually, the streetlights would come on, and we would remember that we were just playing, that it was time to go home.

My Aunt Beth left her body today. I'm grateful that she found her way home with ease.

I know I'm running down my posting quota here pretty fast this week, thanks for holding space for one more. Grateful to have found this group. A'ho.