A Day of Courage

Women  gathered on the hill. Standing on the grass and dirt. They were silent in the breeze. Waiting. Dressing in gold, red and brown flowing dresses. A cotton scarf placed around her head. Thin material with sequins and graceful threads wrapped around a mummy enfolded.

“Into the tomb I must now go?

The fear of such a place she thought,

“Will they put me there. Alone there I will be. What, will they forget me too?”

A whisper in her ear spoke,

“No you will not go there. You have suffered enough.”

She was free .

Family Buddha in our front yard…


silent courage

following through


what is greater than this ?

courage is an effort


notice the silent courage of others

it is beyond words

Feeling as powerful as an active volcano of accomplishment.