Here is part of a message I received from a sangha friend in Canada.

I had a dream about you this morning. I found myself in a big, beautiful, sun-drenched house. Someone was dying, so I found the bedroom they were in. The bed was surrounded by people singing the person off to the other side. I thought, I must make friends with people who sing well so this can be done for me. You were around, doing something official. Afterward, you hosted a lunch for everyone, with gift bags filled with flowers and incense and little pictures you had made. What a lovely way to face death, eh?

Glad to be of service, in your dreams at least!

My Internet connection has slowed to a slow crawl. So for the time being I'll be posting via e-mail and may not be able to get on line to respond to comments.