Morning Thoughts -

The fog and mist are here in the way of Asian paintings.  I feel held on the tips of bliss, even as I acknowledge that yesterday I felt secure enough to feel my humanity, and therefore, anger at the cancer, and that anger is a gift.  

My brother feels concern about my posting about his celebration of Halloween.  I am going to embarrass him even more by commenting on it.  I feel my brother has an incredible exuberance for, love of, and participation in life.   He throws himself whole-heartedly into everything that celebrates and is a gift for others, especially our beloved Katy.   That her Halloween party would lead to such an exuberant celebration is something that I want to celebrate.  I want to give permission to us all to enter so wholly into life.  I am reminded of the Marianne Williamson quote, that our shining gives permission to others to do the same.

I was blessed in my parents.  I was thinking that yesterday.   The veil between the living and the dead is thin these days, and I was sitting, thinking, of how grateful I am for my mother and father.   I remember my 16th birthday party.   My father went as exuberantly into that, as my brother did this Halloween party for Katy.  I think it is to celebrate all the ways that love flows from one to another and round and round.   Why else do we have a day to honor the dead?   It is a way to give thanks and celebrate that the bones they gave are still here, and we can dance through their light.