Sometimes, in lines at the grocery store, I imagine I hear whole stories like this:Thanksgiving, this year was going to be tough. We knew that.Nobody talked about it. Then, the old man spoke up, “we are going to thank God, the one the Bible is about, for this meal to signify our thankfulness for all we have not earned…

Ha Shem the first thing namable the one the idea thing beyond thought not a bang, a be, an ever, expanding to this point. Now, you understand. Cross past the plain of salt, bearing light, lightest of burdens. Climb the western edge, the cleft in the rock. Find that. Wait and watch, the light thins…

It’s beautiful, no gauge for perfection, no scale of 1 to 10, It coulda been better, if I coulda seen it with you in the best years of my life. It’s still, beautiful.