now is the nature thing. standing in an ancient pueblo facing the painted desert with the tallest mountain in arizona behind me, doing a mother ritual, breathing in the cold snowy air, knowing that i am of this earth, in this air, filled with this fire and water, centered in this kiva in this time in this place. i don't need to go anywhere or do anything to be included in this godliness. reading dorothy day who believed in THAT GOD in the Holy and Catholic Church and who did mountains of good works, being the voice of the poor and dispossessed and going to Mass every morning. i don't need that: i do what is presented to me ina way that speaks of greater love than i have. is that god? or GOD? i dunno. today i saw and felt the power of the Mother in that place, Wupatki. blessed be.