There's an essay by Alice Walker from a long time ago (mid 80s, I think) bemoaning the "modern" way of death, like a lot of people do, that talks about a good death surrounded by family, like ripe fruit falling into the hand. And, I mean, I sure want you to ripen for as long as you can, but I've loved that image since I read it. I want that for everyone: falling like ripe fruit, full and complete. You've probably read or listened to Atul Gowande on dying well; I also really like him. He advocates for an approach to end of life care that emphasizes maximizing the number of best days possible, of feeding joy as much as possible. Right in line with the stuff you've been writing about. Dealing with my parents' maybe nearing the end (or may be not, who can say?) and thinking a lot about this. Thanks for your voice about the process you're going through. May the way be filled with light, wherever it goes.

May you relax into the rocking and drifting and be soothed by it. Hugs.

May you relax into the rocking and drifting and be soothed by it. Hugs.

Micheal, the image you painted of your boat in the waves needing an anchor was a direct reference of Matthew 14:30 for me, Peter: But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, "Lord, save me."

I've had powerful thoughts of you today, so when your post showed up, I smiled. Feeling untethered and floating means you are able to touch more and more of the love that is there for you.

In response I remember the feel of being in a canoe on a calm lake.

Maybe there's an association between being light enough to float, and Light enough to float.

Loving you,
George

Makes me think of the book/movie: And a River Runs Through It 💦

Time in its expanse
covers the world in raindrops.
Horizons beckon.

Great to hear from you and float around with you a bit. Sending healing vibes as you get new information.