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  • I just launched a facebook page with my dearest friend. We've been wanting to do something more. Something of benefit. Something that would shine a little light into people's lives and share even a part of the great gifts she and I feel we have been given in this life.

    She suggested the idea a week ago and we were up and running within the hour. Brief posts about people. About love. About joy, inspiration, forgiveness, compassion, celebration and community. Beautiful pictures, quotes, videos, music... whatever inspires us.

    I came across a picture this morning. It captivated me. A stunning girl from Kenya, with the most beautiful eyes. The deep red of her large necklace and the brightness and beauty of her eyes needed a caption, a description fitting of her light.

    I stared into her eyes and began writing what I felt.

    I see your strength in your eyes
    I see your courage in your eyes
    I see your wisdom in your eyes
    I see your light in your eyes
    I see myself in your eyes.

    Nice, but not nearly enough. I searched inside for more depth. Nothing came.

    So I pulled up my email and began to read the numerous cowbird stories that were collecting in my inbox. That's when I came across Ray. I let my mouse do the walking as I scrolled over his title frames, seeing where the mouse would settle. I read the one it landed on. His story freed what was inside that I couldn't quite reach. His story, like so many others in the cowbird community, reminded me of the connection we have with one another even though we never meet. His story revealed much in a simple way. Revealed a piece of him as an individual, brilliant being on this planet, having his own unique experience and also a sense of humanity sharing this life together via the internet, cowbird and a greater force that brings us all here.

    It's a bit of a cosmic joke, life... and we've yet to get the punchline. Only a handful of yogis in caves and monks in temples seem to be laughing about it. While the rest of us throw our hands up and ask WTF? I have faith that at some point, I too, will be chuckling aloud.

    Back to the page and a few more lines inspired by Ray's stories and doing a bit more justice to the lovely Kenyan girl.

    Come, let's set our stories free.
    The stories we've held and that have taken a hold of us.
    The stories we use to describe us, to define us, to connect us, to contain us, to separate us, to celebrate us.
    Breathe life into these stories, breathe gratitude for their richness, their fullness and then let them go. A tale well-told of a life well-lived.
    Come, together let's create a new story.

    Thanks Ray. Thanks cowbird. Thanks beautiful Kenyan girl. Thanks to all those who are fearless enough to breathe life into their stories and set them free.
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