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Fraser is 19!!

Well, what do you know!! 
Fraser is 19 today! 

From a curly haired cherub who told me that an alien rode around on his shoulder and was about three minutes tall to a zombie son, Fraser is the finest young man I know. 

I could gush over with pride and silly stories of his young days but words don’t come close to what we all love about him.   He’s genuine. He’s kind.
He’s loving.
And, bar none, he’s my favourite son. 

So on August 15, 2012, 19 years at 9:38 a.m., very close to the time I birthed him at my sister Shauna’s home in Surrey. There were about nineteen people to welcome him to the planet. The first we saw of him was his hand waving in the air as if to say, “I’m here.”  
We have the video!  

Happy, happy birthday my darling son!  You are a treasure that I will always hold close to my heart.  

Play safe!

The Buddha's Last Instruction by Mary Oliver

Friend,

I can not say how many times I have been absolutely gob-smacked, awe-struck with shivers down the spine and tingling present of this moment with the poems of Mary Oliver.  Yesterday, this poem floored me.  

The Buddha’s Last Instruction

“Make of yourself a light,”

said the Buddha,

before he died.

I think of this every morning

as the east begins

to tear off its many clouds

of darkness, to send up the first

signal – a white fan

streaked with pink and violet,

even green.

An old man, he lay down

between two sala trees,

and he might have said anything,

knowing it was his final hour.

The light burns upward,

it thickens and settles over the fields.

Around him, the villagers gathered

and stretched forward to listen.

Even before the sun itself

hangs, disattached, in the blue air,

I am touched everywhere

by its ocean of yellow waves.

No doubt he thought of everything

that had happened in his difficult life.

And then I feel the sun itself

as it blazes over the hills,

like a million flowers on fire –

clearly I’m not needed,

yet I feel myself turning

into something of inexplicable value.

Slowly, beneath the branches,

he raised his head.

He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(House of Light)

Coming & Going

On sunny mornings at a particular time, ever changing as the seasons do, sun streams through the French doors and the hanging crystal balls. 

Then magic happens as fairies fly from their crystal palace and pattern the colours of the rainbow in this space and place. They dance and frolic throughout the room. My heart soars with the joy and delight of a child. 

Yet as the sun moves on its solar journey across the blue and vast sky of this summer day so to the fairies return to their crystal palace. 

This coming and going never saddens, the leaving and returning is the game. 

“In coming and going we never leave home.” 

Still my heart dances.

The Pig Is Sitting

Woke early! Our days at Sesshin begin at 4 a.m. , so I've been practicing. Shortly, heading to Saturna Island for our 5-day Zen Meditation Retreat. Watching the sun turn the moisture on the shingles of the garage into steam. Earlier, a crescent moon, God's thumbnail, hung in a clear, dark sky. The wondrous roarings of heaven and earth rocked this world yesterday and the day before. The lightning bolts, a dazzling display of nature's art and the rumbling music of thunder.  And oh the rain, big, beautiful, lazily splashing raindrops sending forth that memorable fragrance. 


All the senses soak up this one amazing experience of life. Oh how blessed to be here now on earth in this body!

Survivors to Thrivers

Greetings Friends,

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