in the hot desert aridity, in the whipping cold wind of the plains, in the darkness & in the sunlight, You are present, Shiva, You are here. i sometimes forget, oh, i forget! You do not forget me, not ever! i reach back in my mind through the years to the young girl who sought her true self. i call out encouragement to her. i tell her that the story ends well, that it is good to be curious, to question, to search & inquire, that she really is completely loved. You, Lord Shiva, do the same for me. You keep sending messages of love. my scrapbooks are filled with evidence of Your presence, power and grace. soon i will put down my storybook & look You in the face & thank You.