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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 88 storm, loud and flashy, the kind that lays ice on telephone wires and turns tree limbs to crystal. The boys sat on my lap, all of us warm and quiet together, until it was too dark to see. Something happened then. There was a high, better than any drug-induced high, a feeling that almost burst my mind apart. I can't find a name for it, that feeling of intense awareness and content. What a joy it is to be alive! To feel and see, to smell, to hear, to touch, to experience and love - all wonderful, miracle things! It was the whole yard suddenly made perfect in the rain, the fence posts and the mail box, and the root-born crack in the sidewalk at once magnified, the hum of the wind in the wires, the radish seeds under the frozen mud, the pink ha If-moons under the fingernails, the steady in-and-out flow of breath, all enhanced with a piercingly beautiful - almost saccharin - awareness of symmetry and timelessness. There is a painting of Christ on a mountaintop called The Transfiguration, an experience shared by three of His disciples, when they saw beyond His death, "and His face did shine as the sun. . .and Jesus came and touched them and said, 'Arise, and be not afraid. '" Be not afraid! Today there will be a celebration. Today I breathe air that first blew as a fierce wind out of the arctic, over icebergs, |