In our construct of our reality, time and space are the coordinates; and time, once again, has returned Martha and I to the space of Venice. Life has given both of us many gifts and Christmas in Venice is one of them. As I writes these words, the waters of the Grand Canal lap silently outside our window-life at its grandest.

Life is not always like this; in fact, life is always moving, always changing, a process disconcerting to our egos, our temporary sense of self. This "disconcertment" remains a part of life until we are able to step outside the confines of our temporary selves-a process not controlled by the ego.

Now, in the meantime, the experience of separation is the norm, a feeling of oneness, of belonging, the exception.The truth is we are one, we do belong; but not to this, but to THAT-in the NOW.

Darryl Robert Schoon

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