I played for a funeral today at the Methodist Church. It was a lovely service. There was no coffin, just a plain stone urn and plenty of loved ones. Mrs. Leonard always gives a great message and today was no exception. She seems to be one of those people who have a hyper-sensitive emotional antennae, so to speak. Simply reading a letter from a missionary group can nearly bring her to tears, right there on the altar. She astounds me with her capabilities of kindness; her husband is in the hospital, her son is 21 and can't take care of himself, and she carries a church on her back. I read once that the "winner" is the one with the most people at their funeral; very bittersweet. Is there a single more descriptive word? I can remember the very first day of my own journey towards concrete self-awareness. I opened a notebook and started writing about a journey towards discovering who I am. Funny thing is, there is no destination. Self-knowledge is not a place, but a state of being. I suppose that's why I'm not all that surprised to see some of us still writing away here.