A Week Later…

It’s been exactly a week since I got the news of Shirley’s death. I’m still kind of numb. Shirley has been gone for over a month and though I’ve only just found out she wasn’t physically among us. From the time of her death until I was notified she was still alive to me – Which is how I have to go on – Like she is still here…

I spent Monday morning by the water at Colt State Park, where Sai and I would go and talk (she would talk I would listen) those many mornings after work. Shirl would wrap her arm around my shoulder to get me to look her in the eye – Those crystal blue eyes filled with wisdom and compassion. I always felt like she could look right through me. Never being anyone to hold her tongue she would say” bubbie you need to face facts life is hard, no one gets a free ride.” You’re right Sai no free ride. I thought about that just as two gulls where flying by, one gull veered off and flew higher and the second one landed on a rock. I have no doubt Sai staged this as her goodbye…

One week down and a lifetime left without Sai, but she is still here – I just wish I could see her eyes one more time…

Ginnie

Constant Companions…

There are very few constants in one’s life. However it occurred to me while running in Colt Park, I’ve had constant companions! The magnificent trees that stand as guardians of the park…

These beautiful trees of varying variety have been there since my very first visit. When I was a small child riding upon my father’s shoulders. They were there when I was twelve testing the new bike path on my gold ten speed. They provided back ground in my teens as we listened to James Taylor and the Beach Boys in concert. They provided shade when I grew weary of sunbathing in my twenties. They provided a meeting point for karate school outings in my thirties and forties. Now they provide me comfort and reassurance as I run or walk by them in my fifties; That life does go on that spring will come again and there is beauty and grace in growing old!

I am truly grateful for all these companions have provided me… Stand tall my lovely friends!

Ginnie

Be…

With the craziness of the week behind me I headed to the bay to enjoy the sunshine, read and do some head clearing. The afternoon was perfect. It seemed everyone in the park was on their own secret mission to Be… It was like someone turned down the speed of life – People strolled, read, flew kites and peddled their bikes aimlessly by me, as I sat observing this three dimensional painting.

Everyone seemed content and happy. There was a feeling of joy all around. It appeared to me that no one had any cares, and if they did they were put on hold. We were all just Being in the moment. Then as if almost on cue, my ipod started playing Neil Diamond’s BE, from Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Then the true visual symphony began as the gulls started to take flight in time with the music. WOW! What a moment, I still have goose bumps from the experience.

These kinds of experiences or God visits I call them when every sense is synchronized and time is suspended is when I realize what it feels like to have your spirit soar… to Simply Be… What a blessing this experience was for me, my wish is you too can BE…

Namaste,

Ginnie