Today, I think of resurrection on many levels, but ultimately, at the time of my physical death, I believe that this physical body returns to the earth to help nourish and bring forth new life. I see this as the circle of life. Death and resurrection, over and over.

When I sit near a stream, and contemplate its source, and I envision a mountain top capped with snow, and as the snow melts, I watch the water fall, always moving, changing forms, flowing to the sea, sometimes gently, sometimes raging, often babbling, much of it evaporating into thin air, now as beautiful clouds carried by currents of air, high over the mountain, releasing their contents, and I see a mountain wearing a cap made of snow. 🙏