Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Look Homeward, Angel

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Lisa, Brenda, Me - Christmas 1972
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. -  Kahlil Gibran

Brenda surprising me at LAX, as I caught a connecting flight to NZ. 
You're free, now, sweet cousin. 

Brenda welcoming her second granddaughter to the world, 2007.
You had a great cheering section, little girl. 

Cheers to you, Cuz. You always believed in indulging in the treats life had to offer. We honored you tonight with a toast, good food, and loving words to send you on your way. 

1 comment:

Travelightly said...

I have a lot to catch up on. Sorry I missed the death of your cousin. She sounds like she loved life and I'm sure would have appreciated her send off....The good die....ack.