Dear Michael, I've been picturing light entering the tumor, and it shrinking and collapsing from within, that light burning it away as the laser would have, and now will do.
I have also had the memory arise of the time when I was in worship at a historic Quaker meetinghouse called Smith's Clove, which happened but once a year. (That was to preserve the property's status as a religious, and therefore non-profit, site.) In the midst of that worship, a friend who was battling a very serious case of colon cancer was palpably in front of me, his presence was strong and unmistakable. It actually felt pretty crowded between me and the pew in front of me. I did healing work on him for most of the worship; it was a powerful experience of the reality of non-local presence and healing. What we are all doing in sending you love and imagining the tumor's departure is not just fancy. It is just another dimension of reality, one we barely glimpse into. May all the focused prayers of those that love you do the good work of helping you to be free of what impedes your healing.
And yes, that's a fabulous picture of the two of you, very sweet.
Oddly, I am grateful to that cancer (a part of you, after all) for giving you incentive to share with us your soul's musings. Incentive seems like the wrong word and It's all I have right now.
And you, brother Michael. Many people with cancer do not expose their beauty to the world. I so appreciatefor your ongoing generous choice to do so.
The Strib has an article online about our park system ( the focus is that we had slipped to third place nationally ) and it featured a picture of a gentleman sitting on a bench at the Peace Garden by Lake Harriet. The caption said that he was undergoing cancer treatment, and that he considered sitting in the park and being in nature part of his therapy. Just wanted you to know you have a kindred spirit across town. And I am in between your spot and his spot, thinking of all of you you and praying for the best.
I have also had the memory arise of the time when I was in worship at a historic Quaker meetinghouse called Smith's Clove, which happened but once a year. (That was to preserve the property's status as a religious, and therefore non-profit, site.) In the midst of that worship, a friend who was battling a very serious case of colon cancer was palpably in front of me, his presence was strong and unmistakable. It actually felt pretty crowded between me and the pew in front of me. I did healing work on him for most of the worship; it was a powerful experience of the reality of non-local presence and healing. What we are all doing in sending you love and imagining the tumor's departure is not just fancy. It is just another dimension of reality, one we barely glimpse into. May all the focused prayers of those that love you do the good work of helping you to be free of what impedes your healing.
And yes, that's a fabulous picture of the two of you, very sweet.
Love, Christopher