For so many years, you have built elaborate cairns along the trail to the house of your self. You have found just the right rocks for balancing, just the point in the trail where you might get lost—so that in every season, in the deepest snow, you can find your way back. Each time, you have laid the fire in the meadow at the edge of the lake with the kindling of your joy and your grief—watched the flames burn slowly at first, then fast and high as they quicken, bringing light

For so many years, you have built elaborate cairns along the trail to the house of your self. You have found just the right rocks for balancing, just the point in the trail where you might get lost—so that in every season, in the deepest snow, you can find your way back. Each time, you have laid the fire in the meadow at the edge of the lake with the kindling of your joy and your grief—watched the flames burn slowly at first, then fast and high as they quicken, bringing light