It occurs to me that what Mason endured in his last weeks was not unlike a wildfire. It spread quickly and consumed everything in it’s path.  Day by day, hour by hour, another spark would grow into a blaze that threatened devastation.  Some embers stayed hidden, waiting for a change in the wind before they, too, erupted and had their turn. It was impossible to contain and raged on until there were no more trees standing.  Even though we had the best equipment and the most dedicated people on the front line, the fire was always one step ahead of us, just beyond our reach.  And like a wildfire, it was preventable.

Spirituality is that place where the utterly intimate and the vastly infinite meet. – Rick Fields