How can I truly capture the way I feel at this very moment? My beloved Molly, my confidante, inspiration, provocateur, divine muse, my balance, my angel's advocate, my Exploratory Partner in all things wondrous and subtle, sacred and profane, my sweet spiritual heartbeat hat, lies two feet from me sleeping in her new temporary home. Sleep lying there beautiful across her smiling face. After just a day not far from each others arms after so long, so far apart. And I am truly blessed that if all life went to hell in a flaming handbasket, some cornucpia of shadowy asteroidal frenzy, I would have had her in my arms, my heart, my mind for these past three years, these past 36 hours, these ever-stretChing fragments in time. Some of us are just lucky I guess... and for that owner of my yearning soul who in some previous life did his/her very best, setting up the existence I have lived leading to this gracious moment, I give you nothing but the promise that I will try to rise up to your efforts. I will sit marveling tonight at her stillness, her radiance until sleep takes me to her in dreams as well. I've been gifted a sweet peach whose sheer presence runs down my throat and deep into my heart, annointing me with the very thing I needed most this very moment...awareness of grace.