The Encounter

I did not understand his visit, it's timing or purpose nor he mine, I suppose. I would have asked but Why? felt better as a mystery or magic or in-between explored by mythic listening and passionate watching. He was tall slender muscular without too much diesel Yang, Graceful and ecstatic to see me again after all these in-between years. I was on an urgent mission to rescue two wounded children from uncertain surgical government absence of healing care but had to stop as he approached as if I were the only person in all of Sacred EarthTribe he had ever loved, could love, would love But "should love" that was my question about why this visit now when I was so otherwise committed, exhausted really. Before I could explain about my perennial rescue mission he wanted to share with me how remarkable his friend who adopted two complexly hurt children. His enthusiasm was contagious and comforting What I needed to hear to feel I merited his handsome smile happy eyes his intimately frank appraisal of having been found good, worthy in more ways than one if I know what he means. If he is this excited about his friend on a new rescue mission for climate health of innocence how enthused might he become when I tell him I am a struggling therapeutic parent of four complex and discarded post-millennials, inching toward our peaceful revolution, restoring self with other love integrity. But he was gone with the morning alarm before we had time to consummate this fabulous exchange of mutual admiration.