The next day I was in my rainbow grove.  I describe it as ultimate BLISS.  My notes were :bliss smiles running skipping kissing singing sharing loving.  Yea I think that sums it up.  I was so high on life it was amazing.  Of course I was trying to spread that joy also by helping others, smiling and playing Frisbee.  At lunch food circle there was a joyous announcement; a baby was born.  Wow what a day time for a swim in the Andaman Sea.  After my swim I was just sitting and chatting when a sister came up with something to say.  The baby died.  I was shocked, stunned, I didn’t know what to do.  The hardest part for me was that I still felt this overpowering joy.  I wasn’t happy the baby was dead.  It was born with the cord wrapped around it’s neck.  One hour after birth it stopped breathing.  That is all I know.  Yes it was sad, but I didn’t know the parents.  My heart went out to that lovely Israeli couple, but the joy of the wonderful rainbow day was still there.  It took me nearly three hours to come down to the somber level of everyone else.  It is strange to feel so happy and feel bad for having that emotion.