This Easter, I don’t just remember the Christ as savior, but as mirror of what becomes possible, when we let Love undo us, when we die to all that is false. And I remember the Magdalene: The one who stayed. The one who saw. The one who did not need a pulpit to be Holy.

In this state of transit, the time has come, to take a step further, and transcend.

You are not lost. You have only forgotten. But the song remembers.

With your old ways, and our new ways, together we pave, the timeless path, to walk each other, back home. Band of all. Whole Band. Bandorai.

Tres en uno. Uno en tres. Danzando, siendo, Trinidad.

I do not love you with my heart and mind, I love you with my soul, in case my mind forgets and my heart stops. (Rumi) Let me be mine, and...

Wholly here, wholly there, wholly everywhere, wholly whole.

In the end, it is never about what you do. But simply being who you are.

We all grief together. We all grow together. We are all one. Let us grief for the old, let us welcome the new. Let us be renewed.