I just received a call from my parents, reminding me of the brief moments of the body's life. A woman that I love dearly and has been a part of my life for at least 20 years passed away last night in a car accident. My body cries, and it feels so amazing. My heart is broken open just another sliver, loving even brighter across the miles and across the dimensions of existence. More people to include in my loving embrace for tonight.

And I am reminded of the purpose of my service. Much of my desire is help people remember their own beauty and the sacredness of existence so vividly that they might pass in peace to the freedom that lies beyond the body. Death is the end of suffering, in my view, as long as a soul is willing to love and trust through the process, rather than clinging to a fear of the divine surrender.

If you are inclined please send love to her husband and daughter, Harold and Rayna. Beautiful people feeling exquisite pain. Another return to this sacred dance, a reminder to breathe brightly today as every moment in a body is an eternal sip of the paradise that follows.