Memories of a Tesuque Passover

We share a Seder plate in the backyard

Under the shelter of cottonwoods

I see the breeze pass over dressed in whimsical white puffs

While willows weep into the creek not far from our circle

We share the warmth of a friendship in discovery

A new fire is lit surrounded by old stones

I smell the smoke of clouded memories

Embers break through on their way to the stars

We share an unexpected leavening in spirit

It permeates everything we were until we met

I hear the song of hearts rising

Everything is tuned to the scale of sisterhood

We share a moment of time in nature

Water and air accompany life stories and intermingling traditions

I taste perfect pairings of the bitter with the sweet

Vulnerability is a small sacrifice to experience the awe of commonality

We share a musical meditation late into the evening

Flickering light settles the soul as we play for the living a prayer for the dying

I know a sip from this eternal cup will satisfy the desert outside and within

Gems of wisdom honor ambiguity and encourage dreams to come

We share a labyrinth walk in the desert

The morning sun illuminates an ancient pilgrimage between parched arroyos

I feel the joy of a quenched soul

Breathless questions answered in the deep sounds of dusty footsteps

We share a goodbye in recognition of having never planned to meet

Leaves guide diamondized light to wave a blessing as I drive away

I understand the gifts of a beloved stranger are forever woven in my mind

Interlocking pieces reveal a bigger picture

I am alone in gratitude for all that has been shared

The wandering and wondering reveal the truth of never being lost

I smile having been entertained by angels in the Land of Enchantment

The Seder plate is empty and my cup is overflowing