[bushycat]

I don't know which category, but I know what I'd like. I've read that our souls chose it all before we started this life. Glass of wine: I wrote a poem several years ago entitled BLANC de BLANCS Champagne Bubble Rises to the surface, Crystal flute, Spipped by God, I am it, Gone to His head, In fun. The others also rise- continually, Pleasing the Source with their vintages. Suzuki Roshi said we were each like a drop in a water fall. Same sort of think, I guess. Aloha, bushycat