Tears flow so strongly that I must turn away from the computer unable to read. Noticing. Noticing. Noticing. My throat constraining any sound.
May the tears become rain to nourish. May the sound be released a howl rumbles the news of a man who lives each breath which such exquiste beauty and inspiration.
Deep and abiding love to Michael, Jenny, Isaiah, Grace.
"We're all going to die sometime. How long I live isn't the most important thing to me. Living as fully as possible in the reality of love in every moment is what is most important to me." A million times YES!
I wish I could be with you all tomorrow and will holding space for what is beautiful and true, for love and grieving, for wellness and wonder. As sure as we are all here and alive today, someday we will each no longer be. If we're lucky, realizing this sparks awareness and intention and decisions about what matters to us most. May you and we all be filled with courage to continue aligning our time and our energy, our thoughts and our work with our hearts. You and Jenny are the wonder--and I love how you lead with love!
When I lost my husband Chris five years ago, I experienced firsthand the dazzling love and support of community you write of, Michael. You and Jenny were and are part of that healing. It is our great call as humans to do and be that for one another.
All those things: the grief and anger, the practical things, the living in the wonder. Whatever happens, you live a life with a lot of love in it for you, from you, and most of all through you. I hope and pray it will wash all the tumor away. But the love is going through you whatever happens, all the time. From us, to us, through us and you. And you have a better bead on that than a whole lot of other people I know. You're a lucky guy.
Michael,
I love and am blessed by your honesty, your vulnerable beauty, your deep awareness and growing love for all that is precious Our hearts and rootings and prayers join with hundreds of others to carry you through each step of your way. Breathe deeply the fresh warm air today :)
May the tears become rain to nourish. May the sound be released a howl rumbles the news of a man who lives each breath which such exquiste beauty and inspiration.
Deep and abiding love to Michael, Jenny, Isaiah, Grace.