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
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