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.
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.