After months of not sleeping more than a few hours a day my father slept 12 hours with only a few brief interruptions. I took comfort listening to him sleeping deeply and started to smile– then at the same moment…

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Being present to the moment- To the kaleidoscope of emotions, To the ever present play of light and darkness in the chasm. Sitting still in the pregnant space… waiting without hurry.

It takes courage to live, courage to grow old and it takes courage to die. I see my father night after night trying to do the best that he can given what has happened. He is too ill to go…

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