I tried to localize myself to my body, the bodies of my mom, my dad, my sister, my dog.  I tried to localize myself to my relatives, my friends, the girl scouts, the swim team, the dance troupe, the writer’s groups, the meditation groups. I tried to localize myself to my town, city, region, country, planet, star, galaxy, universe. I tried to localize myself to a lover, a partner, a god.  I tried to localize myself to my children, my grandchildren, my god children, my pets. I tried to localize myself to my race, my face, my sex, my mind, my thoughts, my culture, my beliefs, my books, my flower pots. I tried to localize myself to the sea, the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the animals, the birds, the bugs. I tried to localize myself to my name then

I followed my feelings which were the only things left out through an opening into a breeze that bobbed me up and down, slid me, bounced me all around until gravity was all but gone and just a tinkling was left. Was it laughter?

And I was  everywhere looking at everything through an opening that pretended to be an eye that suddenly blinked and my “I” was gone.

A breeze is lifting what is left of me through an Opening.

Then something caught what was left of my attention, something green and shimmering. Was it like seeing a shiny something at the bottom of a pool?  Floating in the opening I saw a cluster of greening fingertips lit from within. Like a curious hummingbird remembering the sweetness of nectar I zeroed in. An Angel with white skin swaying in the Huerfano Wind.  A lone Aspen Tree extending its limb. I am falling now into a nest of green, cradled now by the wind and the bark and the leaves. This place is strangely familiar. I settle into the knowing of this place, still, I have no name.  But laughing now, I nurse the first breath of my return.