Michael, my family and I carry you, your loved ones, and care takers in our hearts and prayers.

"Oh, if I had wings like Noah's dove
I would fly away to the one I love
I would fly away to the one I love."
This is the dreamy song I am singing for you today, dear Michael.
Perhaps it is Joylene's voice coming through mine as I am certain she loves you.

Most people talk about hospital food, but you are not most people, friend. Xo

Praying for you, dear Michael. Hope you got to fly with Joylene last night.

Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

from Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver
© Mary Oliver

Flying, possibility, one in the same. Take wing as you close your eyes tonight. Sweet flying dreams.

Sending prayers, dear Michael.

I am just beginning a book called Being Mortal. The author is touching close to where you are dwelling, brother. May you fall/fly joyfully. Freedom.

I love the concept of a thin space - where the here and there meet. I don't always think of a hospital as such a place but may it be so. It's always good to be in contact with the souls that I think surround us and care for us always, along with the visible mortal ones as well. Sending healing love all around.

Come on over Joylene.