We just got home, 10 minutes after the New Year swept over the Central time zone. It’s about an hour and a half away from us here in SF and I’m going to head to bed.
I toyed with writing some wise words reflecting on this past year, but I’ve come up with nothing. I had also taken a video of frogging the sock, but it’s just going to remain an experiement for future posts. Thanks for reading thus far… there’s more to come next year.
Darnell’s funeral was on Friday. I sought out a passage from Kahlil Gibran‘s The Prophet. This was shared with me 10 years ago when a young friend named Sachi Pace passed away. I leave you with this, and my well wishes for a safe and creation-filled 2007:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.