I have remembered today some extraordinary incidents that moved straight to the core of me and made their mark. When such things happen they are usually profoundly recognized in the moment, but can be forgotten, like a dream. Like dreams do, they come back.

What penetrates to the core does so because of its powerful importance for us in our individual journey. Every time it comes around again, a new emphasis and clarity is given. A new visit can stop the heart, make you weep and remind you that there is a love and intelligence in the universe that never gives up on us, even when we give up on ourselves. Like a child who lives nearby, it always wants you to come out and play again.

I’m in. I’m here. I want to play some more. Many thanks to the universe for knocking again and calling me back to the playground.