Which Door?

So many of you have reached out, asking details, where to send things, what my plans are....

We are finalizing decisions about where to have surgery, in Colorado or here in the Boston area. I should know within a day. I'll be relieved, in a way, when the decision is made, and it's then time to walk through the door (Yikes!). Until I know where I'll have surgery, I wont know what address to give you. Thank you for your patience, I'll update in a day or so.

In the meantime, I read this when I woke up this morning, after a sleepless night, written by Erika Luckett, who once sang at the ST George Concert Series. IT had a soothing effect on me. Maybe it will soothe you too.

Love, Ali

What if? What if? What if heartbreak           is an opening for love? Frustration, an invitation for patience? What if every wound  weeps its own balm for healing? Every question beckons an answer like rhythm inspires a dancer to move and express    the thing that has yet to be revealed. Life generously offers a steady stream  of uninvited guests,  unsolicited opportunities, to shake us  from listless slumber- the accident, the quiet sorrow, the inconsolable cry for what can’t be solved. What if when life breaks in a way unplanned light shines through the fracture giving us a chance to understand the riddle within the mystery? Our present is our history until we heal our past. What if suffering grows compassion and conflict settles into understanding? What if in this ever changing day to day every trouble that comes our way is an opportunity to grow and evolve, to reveal a new direction, a truer expression always closer to perfection...? Meaning – clearer, nearer to the dear Beloved One. What if you and I the bees and the bear the stars and the sun together embody the singular presence of the Infinite One? What if  we move beyond “what” “where” “why” and “how” and simply ask “What would Love do now?”