When I say that I am on a journey that brings me so many blessings I am in part referring to new people I am meeting for the first time and sharing the love with on this path. You folks didnt know me but we are being attracted to each other. You are wiggling, praying and loving me back to health. Heres a story from my new friend, Gordon that I have his permission to share. It is such a bitter-sweet tale. I love you all. Old friends and new. en~JOY ************** Lizzy, my wife Jan passed away of brain cancer a little more than 12 years ago. For almost a year my little familys journey was full of hospitals with people of all ages fighting in all those different wards we passed through on that path with heart as Don Juan would say. So many beautiful human beings touched my heart, and those of us in those wards understood that most people do not think twice. They live their lives in health and do not even realize the gift of health & happiness in the very simple things, like a kiss in the morning and at goodnight. We take it all for granted thinking that everything is secure and will not change and the sun will come up forever. I would never want to make that journey again, and I wish that journey will never happen to anyone, on either side of the bed. Near her ending, Jan was in a beautiful place opposite Brock University, a home for people leaving this world. She had a single room with tall windows that looked out on Brock, and if you know the Niagara Peninsula, it is always windy and clouds pass over. I would sit by her bed for hours every day. I brought her music and flowers, but she could not see anymore and I dont think she heard much, but I played Enya & Clannad & Leonard Cohen and sat staring out of those windows holding her hand. One day, staring at clouds like I had not done since I was a stoned teen-- middle age is so full of responsibility, like kids and bills to pay and such, I think I touched the face of god. Well, I am a brought up catholic, but I am not religious, and neither was Jan, but we did have Sedona together, so we were spiritual beings. So I am looking at those changing clouds like the Joni Mitchell song, and I have an epiphany: god is where we come from and to where we will return, and everything that we think is safe & secure is just a little bubble in our minds. Real love is about sacrifice. I know you know this, and from your writings I know you are travelling The Path With Heart. All paths lead nowhere. But you must never give up. Jan never did, and I know you wont from the little I know of you. I send this to you personally, but I dont mind if you share it. Most people dont get it, what is going on in those big buildings we call hospitals. Be well, Gordon
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 21:05:48 +0000
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