We are dreaming and doing and enjoying and being.

They were some kind of poppy-ish flower, with papery petals, long stems, and a burst of leaves just below each blossom, splayed hands announcing "Ta-da".

People trickled away over the next few days, traveling home, WhatsApp-ing each other across the globe, transitioning back to everyday lives, holding the glow of pilgrimage in their hearts.

We jostled and snuggled our way into the cave, all of us just fitting, kneecap to kneecap.

It was here on this hillside, the location of the present-day Church of the Visitation, at Ein Karem, where Mary and Elizabeth met, both pregnant, both miraculously pregnant; one wise, one innocent; trusted cousins with shared beliefs and understandings; both on the precipice of changing the world, through the sons they carried.

We are visiting sites of deep holiness, where profound happenings occurred, and where generations of devoted souls have worshipped and touched divinity, across centuries of time.

The five voices blended together clear and pure, softly, devotedly, in harmony and rapture, transporting one's soul into inner light and beauty.

A couple more days, and my aura will surely have coalesced back into its functional whole, and I will be fully equipped to marvel at this wonderful world.

I was struck by the gentleness of the people around me; gentleness, respectful, gracious, softness.

The grace and joy descend even before we walk out the door!

However, the projector held nothing but disdain for high resolution.

Luckily, I married a sparky.

Now, as we unpack each box, our friends essences are there, in the careful wrapping, the informative labeling, the secure taping, their kindness and support, their love and missing-you-already, drifts up out of each box, unfurls with each sheet of packing paper, glimmers as each cup goes into its new cupboard.

So, the world has become even more wonderful, with yummy bread in the morning or for lunch; for avocado toast, or sandwiches, or bread pudding, or all of those other things that are delicious and comforting.

One might wonder how one would recognize the call of a Pterodactyl, recording equipment being rare in the Jurassic period.

What fun to add the explosion of a seed ball to our wall, with its immense potential for life and abundance.

They checked in with me continuously, watched my face, patted my shoulder, and most of all, their gentle murmurings in their dental language, their four hands dancing an orchestrated ballet, wielding tools, ointments, and goo, their professional craftsmanship kept me soothed and safe for two solid hours.

Our only other job is to find peace in that.