OUTSIDE YOSEMITE, CA—My mind argued, but She persisted so I took the route She led me down anyway. The hotel parking lot was completely filled and I had my doubts but just as I pulled in a car backed out directly in front of me and I parked in the spot and headed off in search of a tiny thin line that She had pointed out on a map and insisted that I follow.
They were two brothers who had been three. They said I was the only person they’d seen on the trail today, that most take either the tram to Mirror Lake or the paved walkway further south. They said they had just spread their brother’s ashes in a small cave where they used to play as kids. They pointed out their private hidden grottos and tunnels and mounds of granite boulders which filled their early years with such happiness. Oddly, it was a relief to share these intimate memories with a complete stranger. In a way, it gave their brother new life.
In that moment, their brother was simultaneously here and gone. He was both living and dead.
And the two surviving brothers—their eyes misted with both joy and sorrow—were happy in their recollection… and sad in their loss.
Both happy and sad.
The mind doesn’t work well with And’s. It likes Or’s.
Or is a word of control and separation.
And is a word of freedom and unity.
The mind doesn’t work well with And’s…
But the heart does.
It's Time To Wake Up
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