Never Ending Love

Nancy Goddard My Beloved How I miss you. It's October, one year since your diagnosis and I'm in OB, the same place I was when you called me with your news. Michael Horowitz is right....some time, some place....we will circle together again. I know it with certainty in the deepest depths of my soul.

I've got a never ending love for you

From now on that's all I want to do

From the first time we met I knew

I'd have a never ending Love for you

I'd sing this never ending song of Love for you

Unbroken thread

And so it went –
She was here, and then she wasn’t.
She was alive, and then she died.

But no, it wasn’t like that at all.
It happened over time, and is still happening.
She was less and less in this world of dirt and trees,
less and less inside of her body,
and more and more in the everything
that we and the trees are part of.
And then there was that one moment
when she stopped breathing in her body
and she filled the whole room instead.
Her face beamed with joy at her own freedom,
while we washed her and sang to her and laid her body out
beautifully, so that visitors could sit with her smile
and the radiance in the room.
For three days she held court,
much like she did when she was sick,
only happier now.

We could tell she still loved the attention,
the prayers carrying her warmly through her travels.
On the third day, her handmaidens gathered again,
bearing beautiful silks and saris.
We had no instructions but ancient memory,
and she guided us as we taught ourselves
how to lay out the fabrics, move her body carefully,
and wrap her in shimmering layers like an Egyptian queen.
She was so proud of us and proud of herself,
shrouded in beauty and ready for travel.

We carried her to newly dug earth,
sang and prayed some more,
and then lowered her into the ground.
We covered her luminous silk wrapping
with sacred gifts – blue corn, pearls, flowers, crystals,
and then faced the difficult moment when dirt was next.
Shovels in hand, we did it ourselves –
her 92 year old mother helped, the children helped.
Shovel by shovel, we filled the space above her body,
topping it off with worms from her beloved garden,
then wildflower seeds.

She lived in beauty and died in beauty
and now her body is surrounded by her beloved earth,
but she is everywhere.
We pray in her room to support her journey,
to support our journey.
We walk in her gardens, sing the songs she loved.
It is still happening over time –
she is less and less here, but we’ve walked with her the whole way.
One long unbroken thread,
her life woven with ours in love.

Margaret Barkley
March 21, 2011

NANCY: SHE ROCKED ... posted by Michael Horowitz

when dying's a slow fade
it's best done as a "team sport"
said Tim Leary
(surrounded by a bigger entourage
than, trust me, any of us would want)

you get the entourage you can handle and deserve
and Nancy deserved the constellation of loving friends
who showed up for her

Nancy Goddard was a Class Act
she was true to her goals
Grace and Grit
we'll never forget that

don't know where
don't know when
but we'll circle with her again

--Michael Horowitz

Celebration of Life

A Celebration of Nancy's Life

will be held

Sunday, March 6th

2 - 6pm

Graton Community Club

(directly across from Bambu)

you are welcome to bring flowers to adorn the altars

and food and drink

to join in a community potluck after the service

In Memorium, by Scott McKeown of Transition Sebastopol

Note: this was written by Scott McKeown, who worked closely with Nancy in co-founding Transition Sebastopol.

In Memoriam

A Tribute to Nancy Goddard 

Co-Founder, Transition Sebastopol

Original Leader of the Food Group, the first Transition Sebastopol working group

Dear participants, supporters, and friends of Transition Sebastopol, 

I am sad to announce to the Transition Sebastopol community that less than 24 hours ago, on March 1, 2011 at a few minutes after 1:00 PM, Nancy Goddard, the co-founder of Transition Sebastopol, and first leader of first working group of Transition Sebastopol, passed away in her home overlooking the beautiful gardens of the co-housing community in Sebastopol that she co-founded and where she has lived for many years. Nancy died with her partner Gary and her son Sean by her side, and surrounded by a large, caring community of people who loved her. 

Nancy was also a very dear and beloved friend to many of us in the Transition movement, and she will be deeply missed. Anyone who met her can't help but remember her signature radiant smile. She was always a presence of love. She was an instant friend to almost everyone she met – a person who you instantly felt comfortable with. When I first met Nancy – and I've heard this from many others – I somehow had an instant feeling that we had always been friends. The only part of her that was ever diminished almost always came from her occasional lack of self-confidence, that somehow she wasn't always able to fully see her own brilliance. 

Last November Nancy found out she had serious and irreversible pancreatic cancer, and that it was only a matter of time. Unfortunately, especially during the last few weeks, her condition deteriorated much more quickly than anyone had anticipated. 

The journey on which Nancy faced and came to fully accept her own death with such consciousness and presence, including the very day she learned of her cancer, through the deeply touching letter she wrote to her entire community, and through the amazing outpouring of love and support she inspired, leading up to the auspicious moment of her passing just hours ago – her face radiating with love and the entire space filled with a profound and deep peace – provided a tremendous blessing for everyone in the community who witnessed it.

During the summer of 2008, I had the blessing of being in the unique position of initiator for Transition Sebastopol, and part of that responsibility was to create an "initiating group." Nancy Goddard was one of the very first people I approached to be on that original committee. Although Nancy was a regular participant of Peak Oil Sebastopol, the organization that preceded Transition Sebastopol, most importantly, she was a respected figure in the Sebastopol community, and I knew that if she agreed to be part of the founding team it would give some instant credibility to our brand new group. 

In addition to being a long-time permaculturist and founding member of an intentional community, Nancy was well-known for being out in front with many other new trends that are now accepted core elements of the sustainability movement. She was living transition long before there was a Transition movement. And people who knew Nancy knew that she would not just casually put her weight behind something unless she thought it was important and cutting-edge. So when I was forming the initiating group I knew that if people saw that Nancy Goddard was behind Transition Sebastopol, they would take it seriously. And they did. 

In late 2008 when Transition Sebastopol was accepted by the Transition originators in the UK as the 9th Transition Town in the United States, Nancy Goddard's name was one of six listed as the founders on the application. The very first meeting ever of Transition Sebastopol was the first initiating group meeting that happened on October 1, 2008 in Nancy's house, the very house where she just passed away. And the next meeting after that. And many more. In addition to her over twelve months of going to weekly meetings and doing a lot of work on the initiating group as Transition Sebastopol was being created, Nancy also lead the effort to launch the first Transition Sebastopol working group, the Food group, and she was its first leader. Some of us remember a few wonderful summer gatherings we had at Nancy's co-housing community under the tree in front of her house, eating delicious treats grown in her garden as we planned the forming of the Food Group. 

The Food group continued under the skilled leadership of Sara Mccamant and among other things, created two of the most significant Transition Sebastopol projects to date: the local 350 Garden Challenge (the Sebastopol area effort) and the Reskilling Fair, something Nancy talked much about and advocated from the very beginning. The Reskilling Fair eventually became reality through the dedication and hard work of the brilliant organizers on the Reskilling group, a spin-off team from the Food group. Although Nancy was not directly involved with those events, she was instrumental in the founding of the organization that helped bring about that incredible work done by Sara and her amazing team. 

For many months Nancy selflessly donated a large part of her life so that Transition Sebastopol could get started and grow into one of the most active Transition initiatives in the country. All of us involved with Transition Sebastopol, and anyone in the future who benefits at all from Transition Sebastopol activities, owes gratitude to Nancy for her countless hours of hard work getting our initiative successfully launched and to the place it is today with 12 active working groups and many dozens of events and projects under its belt that has affected many hundreds, in fact, thousands of people, all in just a little over two years after its first public event.  

Last Thursday, five days before she died, three of us who are current members of the Transition Sebastopol initiating group, Wendy Taylor, Ben Zolno, and myself went to visit Nancy to deliver a huge card made by Julia Bystrova, Wendy Taylor, Deborah Grace, Julia Valentine, and Carolyne Stayton who is the Executive Director of Transition US and oversees the entire Transition movement across the country, and who hand painted a beautiful watercolor for the cover, and also myself. In our oversized card was a collage of dozens of photographs and memorabilia from early and recent Transition Sebastopol events, including photos from the amazing Reskilling Fair last November that Nancy had envisioned and was so passionate about. Along with the photos were many personal messages and poems from people involved with Transition expressing their love and gratitude for all she had done. In big letters were the words, "Nancy's Harvest."

Before we arrived we had been told there was probably only a 20% chance we could see her, what with the situation as it was and with everything going on. However when Nancy was told there were some Transition friends downstairs she asked to have us come right up. Entering her room, expecting to find someone in a depressed state, what we found instead was that huge smile -- yes, that world-class smile -- and gigantic amounts of love beaming out of her eyes welcoming us. It was almost shocking to see the incredible amount of radiance glowing through her body and face that was so ravaged. After just a few seconds of adjustment to first seeing her discolored and gaunt face, the shear brilliance of light coming through her eyes overrode everything else, so that it became almost difficult for me to see anything other than her incredibly bright spirit piercing out of her shining eyes. 

Rather than having her talk yet again about her cancer and give us some kind of update on her situation for the umpteenth time, we chose instead to not go there at all, but instead to just be together, talk about things going on now, some recent successes with Transition Sebastopol, some silly stories from the past, and just be together like the friends that we are, and enjoy each other's company. She spoke a bit of her own impending death, absent of any denial. With the feeling of peace and clarity that imbued the entire space it was obvious that through her journey she had come to a place of full acceptance. We thanked her and expressed deep gratitude on behalf of everyone involved with Transition Sebastopol for all she had done. She was very thrilled to get the card, and as she looked through the photos and all the written expressions of love and appreciation to her, she expressed how moved and touched she was, and you could see in her face how true it was. She was blown away when we told her there were now 12 active working groups, especially given how she remembered starting the only existing working group at the time. After looking at the different parts of the card for a while, and saying how much it meant to her, she set it aside and said she would look at it in great detail later, but for now she really just wanted to visit with us. We sat around her bed next to a large window that looks out over the green land with its abundant gardens, the light coming in, with Nancy sitting up and beaming us love and telling us she loved us, and us telling her the same, smiling and talking, and it was, for a few wonderful moments, just the eternal now, with all the full love there is just being together in the present moment. 

After a while, it was time to go. You could tell that her body needed rest, and so Nancy hugged each of us again, and "I love you" was said to each other for the last time. 

I have been told that shortly after our visit her condition deteriorated rapidly. About a day or so later and she would have not been able to be as fully present and carry on the clear conversation that she did. At the time we visited, other than being a bit slow with her speech and her gaunt appearance, it was the same essential Nancy that we knew, fully present. Only later did we realize how blessed we were that a door had somehow magically opened for us, not just as her friends but also as the representatives of her work with Transition, to deliver to her the message of how her work had gone on and grown, and how it resulted in real, tangible manifestations that touched many lives, and how it will continue to go on and grow. As it happened, it was one of the last few moments Nancy would be capable of fully receiving the appreciation and gratitude that ALL of us in this movement here have for her. For those of you reading this now who have been involved at some point with Transition Sebastopol and knew Nancy, but perhaps not well, or were not able to see her during her last days, please know your appreciation and love for her was given to her that day. 

For me, my visit with Nancy affected me deeply. I felt it was a great blessing. My heart was opened up wide, and it lasted all that day. And I knew, deep in my heart, that something was very much up. A couple of us even commented on the same thing right after our visit. There was a transcendent glow coming through Nancy's eyes, something I'd seen before in people who were about to burst into the infinity that we call death. Something WAY beyond any medication that is usually given to people at the end. I've seen what it looks like when a person gets very close to leaving. The veil gets very thin. And for those of us blessed enough to be in that presence, especially in the presence of someone as conscious and loving of Nancy Goddard, a reflection of the infinite love leaks through just a bit and touches us. I knew she was getting close. 

Yesterday, a few hours after Nancy's passing I had the opportunity to be in the presence of a few men who are dear close friends of Nancy, including her loving partner, Gary. I heard some stories of real and powerful magic that had happened that day. And it still goes on, as it is still only hours later. She is with me a bit. Or me with her. I still feel her love that she gave to me when I was in her presence with only a few days to go before her entry into the Great Mystery. It is very real. But, I suspect, it will eventually fade as time goes by, as it always seems to do. But for now, as I write this tribute, still well less than 24 hours since her passing, I can still feel it. I am touched by the infinite love.

Thank you, Nancy. 

I love you.

Scott McKeown

A poem contributed by Julia Valentine for Nancy:

Anyone Can Sing

 

Anyone can sing. You just open your mouth,
and give shape to a sound. Anyone can sing.
What is harder, is to proclaim the soul,
to initiate a wild and necessary deepening:
to give the voice broad, sonorous wings
of solitude, grief, and celebration,
to fill the body with the echoes of voices
lost long ago to bravery, and silence,
to prise the reluctant heart wide open,
to witness defeat, to suffer contempt,
to shrink, lose face, go down in ignominy,
to retreat to the last dark hiding-place
where the tattered remnants of your pride
still gather themselves around your nakedness,
to know these rags as your only protection
and yet still open - to face the possibility
that your innermost core may hold nothing at all,
and to sing from that - to fill the void
with every hurt, every harm, every hard-won joy
that staves off death yet honours its coming,
to sing both full and utterly empty,
alone and conjoined, exiled and at home,
to sing what people feel most keenly
yet never acknowledge until you sing it.
Anyone can sing. Yes. Anyone can sing.

~ William Ayot ~

 

 

(Small Things that Matter)

 

Nancy's Spirit Everywhere, Immediately .... Posted by Hari

Dear Friends --
 
Somehow i was blessed in choosing my time to visit Nancy that I was there in her room and then the household to witness the blessed activity that took place around her last breath.
 
I was sitting outside when Millard was chanting Native American prayers by Nancy's garden and when Gary lay down bare-chested on the lawn, covering himself with the flowers that had been in Nancy's room recently, and he sang and shouted his release, gratitude and love for Nancy to the heavens.  These are their stories and I leave them to them.
 
Michael Heumann said that as Millard chanted the wind came up, breaking an amazing stillness that had prevailed all morning (we are talking about 1:30 here).  Michael said he saw the blossoms from the plum trees swirl in the air.  I did not see them but did feel the wind stir and things come to life after all had seemed to hold its breath in deference to Nancy's last.
 
Here is something I did see.  I left quietly and went to my car on the back parking area, got in and drove off.  As I began to turn from the driveway and make a right on Mill Station, there was a huge presence on my right.  A large Cooper's hawk swept up by my passenger side window -- I saw it in awesome clarity -- and flew up to land on a wire overlooking the front of the La Tierra property.  I often see Cooper's hawks on wires and in trees and always love seeing them -- I have never before had one brush its wing  by my window.
 
I thought of my son Max who says he sees hawks all the time when he feels some significant resolution or moment.  It is his totem and I thought of him and his love for Nancy and that I would write him of her passing immediately, which I did.
 
This morning I had breakfast with Diana and Miko and told them about the hawk.  They both said that the Cooper's hawk was Nancy's favorite bird and that I should write this up.  Amazing that Nancy was immediately everywhere, in the wind, in the blossoms and in the hawk.
 
With love,
 
Hari

Blessed Beauty Way ... posted by Hrieth

Dear Ones,

Much love to and through you....

"Sitting in circle with my friends all around

Blessed Beauty Way.

Don't know where they start and I end.

Blessed Beauty Way.

Hey, hey what do you say.

Blessed Beauty Way.

Hey, hey, teach us to pray.

Blessed Beauty Way...."

Our hearts are overflowing with awe, love and amazement...

Our Beauty Girl, Nancy, released her body today, 3/1/11, at 1:13pm....

Several of us were there, including her beloved son Sean and devoted partner Gary, 

as she seamlessly left her body.  

Prayers go out.

Prayers go in....

and how incredible that we had a  Blessing Way for Nance last night.....

with each of you with us, singing, circling, dreaming, loving......

Blessed Beauty Way.

Love

Hrieth 

(aka Sugar Bear as named by Nance on a Vision Quest on the Sespe)

This Evening ... posted by Hrieth

Dear Nancy's friends and family,

much love to and through each of you

during these holy and rarified, tender and precious times...

The other day, Nance asked me "if people were saying prayers"...

and her question hit my heart.

I told her that people are praying for her all the time:

as we plant seeds in our garden, driving in the car, 

how this has changed our lives, how we cherish her so much

and in so many ways....

"every breath taken in 

by the man who loves

and by the woman who loves....

goes to fill the water trough

where the spirit horses drink"...

But I knew what she meant, what she was asking for

and I, too, had been aching to sing with her and all of us, 

wanting Clay to come, wanting Robin to come,

wanting an opportunity to practice our tradition,

honed over 3 decades of circling, vision quest, grace....

"this is who we are, this is what we do, this is who we do it with"

Nancy's condition changes significantly each day

and today she "drinks" minimally, sucking on a small swab dipped in juice

and otherwise not eating...

Gary has been so beautiful 

and such a privilege to witness how he and Nance are grooving....

It feels like the room is filled with so much "honey in the heart".

Nancy's beloved son, Sean, returned from his travels 3 weeks ago.

Any words I'd offer to express how wonderful it is to have Sean home

would fall short of illustrating the perfection of his homecoming at this time.

As many of you know, Sean is showing up as you might imagine;

gentle, wise, radiant, tender and loving...

Nancy delights in Sean's presence 

and lifts her face to Sean when he lays on the bed near her.

When she does this or when she lifts her face to Gary for a kiss,

she looks like a beautiful flower turning her face towards the sunshine....

Sipping the mortal morsels of her beloved sweet hearts....

But back to what prompted this email to start with...

This afternoon, we decided to circle the wagons, hearts, songs and good will for Nance.

Two dozen friends gathered and sang to and for Nance.

We started downstairs and sang for a couple of hours

and ultimately quietly, reverently, lovingly entered Nancy's room

to sing to her there....

We Blessed Her Way....

Some months ago, Nancy, I and a few others were talking about dying

and there was a mention of "having an out" or hastening the exit should one wish for that...

In that conversation, I took a stand for not hurrying it along, not hastening it with pills or other means of quickening...  that there are such fine things that happen in the last weeks or days and even in the very last moments of our Earthwalk.

And Nancy joined that chorus... and said...

"Oh, I wouldn't want to cheat death.

It's the final Rite of Passage"...

Amen....

and God/dess bless our Godyard, Goddard, Nance, Nanceroo....

Blessed Beauty Way....

Hrieth

Thursday with our Beloved - by Gary

This morning our faithful medicine kitty comes to wake me up (no matter how early) and to tell me that Nancy is up. He hears her stirring and starts meowing loudly in his warning meow saying "get up" I want in to see my Nance! She was up early today, around 6am. But let me start at the beginning....

Yesterday was Thursday and Nancy got much needed rest, wasn't up till 8:30. She was at her desk trying to write a letter to The Ceres Project thanking them for all the good food and ointments and teas they have been bringing over. It took her forever to even write an address on the envelope and it came out a little sloppy but actually legible. Then came the daunting task of actually writing the letter. I left for a bit and when I returned she was writing it on a different piece of paper. I asked if she was practicing so she'd get it right and she said that was what she was doing. At this moment it's still in draft form but I'll help her with it today.

Kaylin came around 11:30 and all of us who know her can imagine what a blessing that was. She spent some quality time with Nance and then they requested that I come in for a while. She told K about her experience of the crown chakra Yantra that Sean hung in her room being her exact experience of the toad. We remembered the messages she got with both of those experiences were about how she needed to relax. A lesson for us all for sure. Nancy then shared how she occasionally finds herself gripping and Kaylin suggested not resisting this feeling, not feeling wrong for the gripping but to go ahead and grip and be ok about it, to love herself through it, allow herself to move through it and as she does it will stop of it's own accord. We can really only grip and hold on for so long anyway. Resistance makes it more real. Resistance is futile. I thought this was brilliant and just the opposite of where we often go with ourselves in our processes.

We then played a game which Nancy has done with her before where she asks a question of her left hand, the analytical side, and gets the answer form her right hand, the artist side, the gut feelings, heart feelings.

I want to relay the whole session to you all because I feel it is so profound for our Nance and we are all on this journey together with her. Kaylin held the question and answer hands at those times.

To the left hand Nancy asked; "I have a question about why my body would want me to check out of here earlier than anticipated?"

Right hand answered; "It's about relaxing."

LH?- What is the most important question of my life? I want to create Shambala and Shambala in a place where I would be relaxed.

RH- ( after a long pause to contemplate)" I had a visual that I had lots of ink in my hand and I wanted to dump the ink from my hand."

Kaylin asked what the ink represented. " With ink I express myself", she said.

Kaylin asked "How are you expressing yourself now? How are you dumping ink in the world right now?"

Nancy said "I think one of the ways I'm expressing myself is by empowering people to follow these transitional ways ... By empowering people with the functional art of Permaculture."

Kaylin stayed a little longer then said her goodbyes- off to the Kona Coast to swim with dolphins.

Then another little piece of magic happened... waiting downstairs for their turn to visit our Nance were three of her good friends here as representatives of Transition Town Sebastopol. Scott McCuen, Wendy and our very own Ben Zolno. They were here to present her with a big-1 1/2 x 2ft card. On the outside was a beautiful watercolor of a purple Iris by a friend of hers. On the inside were writings and photos of the dozen or so sub groups within the local chapter that Nancy spearheaded and helped so much to bring about. In essence, this card was presented to honor her for " empowering people to follow these transitional ways....to empower people with the functional art of permaculture." It was such an immediate confirmation and a validation of her vision and her life! What a gift...what a healing that is happening!

The synchronicity of timing was not lost on her.

In the depth of my soul I believe that the significance of this moment and the affirmation of her life had a profound affect and allowed a change to happen that reverberated through her being.

Who could ask for more?

Nancy took her nap, woke and we talked and sang, I sang her songs as Sean massaged her feet. She loved La's chicken soup for dinner and then it was lights out.


Sweet Dreams my Beloved

Born to Something Else

I am the Monday handmaiden
for our green-eyed princess.
I enter her room quietly,
slowing myself to match her rhythm.
What does she need today?

Death is a messy and beautiful business.
The mystery of it is taking us along,
through heartbreak, through the logistics of her care,
through her particular royal crabbiness,
through calm talk of pine caskets and green burial,
through the luminous field of love in her room,
and back to heartbreak.

As her circle of women we are taking turns with her day by day,
as her body gets weaker – swollen in some places,
skinny in others,
and her spirit gets stronger – brave and soft.
She is more honest, having run out of time
to be polite.
She is picky about small things, having lost control
over most everything else.
She wants the cup here, not there.
She wants the light dimmed, but not that dim.
She wants this person to visit today, but not that one.
She is also loving and grateful for every bit of life she has.

We are all going to die.
I know this already,
but now I see it beyond fact.
We can want a certain quality of death
someday –
painless, peaceful, with loved ones –
but each death has a life all its own

and as I said, death is a messy and beautiful business.
Like childbirth,
beautiful but not pretty,
pure but not tidy

and we are watching our green-eyed princess
go through the stages of labor
toward another kind of birth.
Like any mother, she is moving through
her own birth canal, letting go of everything
and becoming everything.

She is being born to something else –
we can see it in her eyes.

with love to our Nancy and all of you,
Margaret Barkley
February 21, 2011

Nancy's Healing Surprise - posted by Gary

Dear family, I just wanted you all to know of a little bit of magic that happened. Yesterday Alexei told me about a guitarist who would be playing that night at Aubergine. I thought I'd heard the name before but didn't know his music. Then, at the caretakers meeting Hrieth mentioned a two woman band called Ma Muse who were also playing at Aubergine. I'd only 2 days ago heard them for the first time paying on Nancy's stereo. Turns out Hrieth gave her that CD.

I was feeling pretty tired but I knew I should get out and away from the castle. I got there and the girl at the door told me " sorry, we're sod out". What? I'd hardly heard of these folks and they're sold out? Well, it WAS Valentines day. So I went back on the patio and was thought about leaving but started looking for an extra ticket instead. Couldn't find one. I went back to the door to look in and there were Adele, Michael and Clode. I came in to see if they had a ticket and Clode is a friend of the door person so I got in.

As soon as these beautiful women took the stage I was blown away by their voices, their harmonies and mostly by their hearts. We all agreed, it was like being in a medicine circle. They were singing big medicine songs. I felt tears coming to my eyes thinking of how wonderful it would be if somehow I would be able to get them to come to our home and sing for Nancy.

At the break I walked outside and checked my phone. There was a message from Hrieth talking excitedly about the same idea. She arrived while I was still outside and by the time I came back in she had already talked with one of the Sharissa, one of the singers. It was a maybe. We contemplated the probability of it happening and I knew that with all the guidance and synchronicity that had got me there, it was meant to happen.

At the end of the set we both talked to her and guess what?! Today Nancy was treated to a private house concert with Sean, Hrieth, Suzie, myself and our medicine kitty, Moo. They started with their opening song from last night, a song about laying down on the alter in a desert and singing prayers to the stars. It couldn't have been more perfect and again it gave me some tears. They did a song about the waterside or river and then we all did a free flowing spontaneous groove song together with words and sounds from all of us.

They are connected to a community in Chico and we all vowed to stay in touch and in love and there is BIG energy to have them here on May Day.

Blessings come in all forms and at any time. Garu

Life is getting very precious ....

Dear Beloved Friends, Family and Extended Community,

  

Life is getting very precious and it's uncertain what's ahead for me:

whether I have just a little bit of time

or a little stretch room here.

I so appreciate all the ways that people want to be with me

and share with me and give to me

and all the ways I want to share and give back

and my energy is diminished.

All the issues that loomed so large at one point in time in my life

are losing their significance.

I don't even have the energy to process.

Imagine that!

I'm working a lot on prayers of relaxation

and feeling all the ways that I grip to life,

to self concept and self image.

The Me, Mine, My of it all.

I'm getting some fast and furious crash courses.

I've often felt ambivalent about wanting to be here in our crazy world,

perhaps even having created a death wish

and I find myself terribly humbled

to stumble on to my knees

and ask for more time, more love....

And for more forgiveness from without

and even more so from within.

with much love,

Nancy....