Feast -

Dear Ones,

The little birds have come back to feed in the birch tree outside my front window. They always come here in the autumn.
This morning, one little sparrow is hopping from branch to branch, alone in the middle of the feast. Everywhere she looks, there is food! A wealth of everything she needs! How that little heart is beating! The joy that is flowing outward, to me, to you, toward the universe of all!

And so it is for us. Here we are, in the middle of the feast!

Warmly,
meb