Year After Year For Cathy How many mornings have we made this trek to the tent? Late summer, the morning light shifting as the days pass. Some days the sun is too hot on our backs, others a grey chill surrounds us. Grouchy, joyful, agitated, at ease. No matter. Our feet still crunch on the dirt road. Rocks sit fully present along the way. Prayer flags flutter all in a row. E ma ho E ma ho E ma ho. Vicki Hitchcock Crestone, 2019 During an annual program with Tsoknyi Rinpoche