a lovely couple of days
visiting Chuni and Alyssa's adorable home, they have worked so hard to make it a sweet little gem, inside and out
celebrating Chuni's exhibit at the Sangre de Christo Art Center
many wonderful works in this show, how very special that he was included
and he and Alyssa are so involved in the community here, really nice to see them both so respected and connected
and dad's memorial bench
a comfortable, beautiful and reflective spot
everyone agrees it feels so right and he would really enjoy it
a walk along the river, time spent reminiscing and skipping stones
grateful that Chuni has found value and peace and Alyssa
grateful that Tess can continue to learn more about her roots here
grateful that Greg could spend time with Lise and his mom
grateful for the time spent with them all
nothing so hard...stressful as being ill alone in a hotel room
last night was the worse break out of hives
I lay in bed covered in cool towels and meditated, chanted ohm namah shivaya
the hives subsided...completely went away, pure bliss
until 4 am when they began to come back with a vengance
grateful for a good nights sleep
grateful for the powerful healing mantra that is known to be beneficial for physical and mental ailments
grateful for my Colorado blue skies
I've read a very powerful, thought provoking book...Being Mortal by Atul Gawande..a book that has the potential for changing medicine, and lives for the elderly and ill
Gawande says our lives are stories...and in stories, endings matter
I'm grateful for the story I was born with...
and the one I write daily
as I walked today in the glorious sunshine taking photos that make my heart sing
I realize I am grateful for the little sub-stories that this blog affords
Finally...a place to be...for dad, and for us to sit and remember him.
We reached out to family and asked if they would write a short sentiment about dad that we laid in the ground before laying down his ashes.
laying his remains...pure white and not as much material as I would have guessed.
the city employees that helped prepare the space were so careful and understanding, sharing their own stories of handling the ashes of loved ones...making sure it was all in order and that the concrete gently covered the area
the bench will encompass a view he would have enjoyed.
grateful for the generosity of the Pueblo parks dept, the manager and staff...
grateful for family that supported this effort and lent their thoughts and memories...
grateful for Tess and mom to have made the early morning trip to see this through...
the line...that emerges...like a word
the wabi sabi path
that gently leads
the gestural line
punctuated...
this collaboration continues...
Beginning the new year...sweet 16...with the intention that words have power. Listening to this RadioLab about Charles Bliss, changed his name from Carl Blitz and his realization that language matters, words cause wars, twisted meanings.
words have the power to change our attitudes, making the choice to stay here, at the blog in this next sweet year...spreading the love
Here I am.
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