I miss her

A few days ago, a lovely woman passed on from this life. I’d known her since I was 10 years old. Privately, I called her “Mrs. Claus” for her rosy red cheeks, stout body and chortle of a laugh. Fittingly, she made cookies that melted in your mouth like a popsicle on one of these North Carolina summer days. Her caramel corn was sweetness spun into air pods of wonderful. I never ceased to feel excited about seeing her. Never.

And most of all.

She told the truth.
She didn’t sugar coat.
She listened.
She knew pain.
She knew amusement.
She laughed.

And that, my dear friends, is a life well lived.

What more can we ask for?

The dark and the light. East meeting west. Sun meeting moon. Hand meeting hand. We ride.

I will miss you, dear one. I am grateful our paths crossed for a time.

Join me in a short practice adapted from Roshi Joan Halifax and influenced by a dear client’s observation in her session this week. Click here for this 5 minute meditation which includes sound and breath.

Breathe with someone whom you wish to breathe with once more.

With love and gratitude,

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