Last weekend I took a two day class in Shambhala Arts. It was a sabiki luring me out of my self imposed seclusion. I longed for discovery, just a single draw from some deep creative source buried within my cells. Instead, I was bathed in a wellspring; scrubbed clean of the film that has coated my perception of the world. I came away beautifully heartbroken, raw with emotion. Nothing is random or simple anymore, nothing taken for granted. The gift of sight and sound, touch and even context, all new. Every moment is the first time. Every moment. No expectation or desire, no disappointment, no place for judgement. What is something if we do not call it by name? It is. Simply that. Beautiful.