Two days ago, a song I’d never before heard arrived magically on the six month anniversary of my beloved’s conscious step into the light. The storm I’ve wept since suggests a theme of her heart’s farewell. An anthem of my journey forward. The linked video, displaying the lyrics below, may afford the most complete experience.
I’m grateful that I didn’t discover my beloved in the barn hanging but not quite dead. I know what I would have done. I would have sat with her as she died, surrounding her with my love. She knew I wouldn’t waver in supporting her choice. Serving the call of the other’s heart was the
17 December 2019. Five months. A recent dream. I’m in a commercial airliner. We are approaching a large metropolitan airport. It becomes apparent that this landing is an emergency of some kind. We are entering a corridor bordered on both sides by the kind of big towers used for electric transmission or broadcast outlets.
Ever watch Penn and Teller? Or the late Ricky Jay? Or any other stellar magician? They amaze us because they do things that defy our mind’s addiction to understand on terms that make sense to us. If asked to define “human nature” in five words or fewer, my candidate would be “The desire for answers.”
The tsunami of the heart triggered by my beloved’s need to exit this incarnation reminds me how valuable it has been to have spent so much of my life trying to grasp how the universe works. Not that I hold an answer that’s useful for anyone but me. The one I do have
The car radio was broadcasting an interview with Dr. William Kaelin, a Harvard guy who’d just been awarded this year’s Noble Prize in Medicine. The news raised no eyebrows among those familiar with leading edge medical research. In recent years Dr. Kaelin had received several other forms of recognition that are often precursors to the