At the performance of Kafka’s Monkey last weekend, at one moment, the woman playing the ape imitating a man looked out at us quietly and said, “Forsaken by the wind, you must use your oars.”  I scribbled that in the margin of my program.

We have recently been forsaken by the warm, lovely wind of our youngest daughter.  She has run away – from college, from family, friends, home.  This is a child that we have both dared to love without limit.  We are scorched, shattered, aching.

So my question is,”When left high  and dry, what good are oars?”  Looking at this image, I would answer myself, “Find water.  Push into deeper seas.”  My Sedona Releasing friends would say, “Dive under the wave, even if it is a tsunami of grief.  Become the ocean.”  And that, I can say, is far easier said and imagined than actually done.