have its incomprehensible way with you, and
may you have the courage
to welcome It
to embrace It
as you would your hungry body’s perfect lover
be reunited with the innocent awe-full
that is born afresh
in every instant of aliveness
regardless of age or race or belief or religion
the eternal holy child
arise in your heart and bless us all
with its unconditional and utterly impartial Love
that we may, in turn
recognize its gaze in the eyes of all we imagined were ‘other’
With my deepest love and gratitude to you all, dear readers, for this holiday season and new year.
May blessings shower upon you – whatever moves you in this ever-sacred moment.
A little memorial celebration for my mother, Miriam: it’s 4 months today since she “did a flit” – her own term for death. She took her last breath at 4 am on the 4th day of April – the 4th month. (Her favorite number was 13. Which adds up to 4. Hmmmm.)
She had orbited the sun 96 times, and while she was visually and audially challenged in her later years her joyousness and wisdom never faded or faltered.
She never had much of an education, being the eldest daughter on a remote New Zealand high country farm in the pioneering days, but she could express herself wonderfully with an innocence unaffected by self-consciousness. I love this little piece she wrote not long before leaving us: