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time tapestries

Today I'm finally getting to the mountains above Boulder to take pics. And it's been 26 weeks now, an entire half-year. That Friday night I flew back from Evergreen to Boston. This Saturday morning it's Colorado to Boston.

Where the threads of time have taken me and what they've woven for me is a bunch of patterns still emerging. One thing that's emerged is more permanence in my time bridge to Kiota, because we talk a lot and because Amy has been channeling her so well for me [so do Nurzie, and Kala {whose photo this is}, and Cruciatus, and others of you.] And another thing is a whole new family coming into focus in Boulder. Both are hourglass bridges made out of sand and out of steel.

In my heart she has changed from intense, bitter sharp grief to intense, quiet joyous light. Suffering, hopelessness, anguish, loneliness, all vanished now. And I hope she has emerged that way in yours also, or you are traveling toward that with her.

I'm finding that it doesn't matter very much how many days she actually had been in your real life or how few, when you think of what she has meant to you and will mean this weekend and into the future. One of the miracles is that each of us has our own separate Anna and it is eternally all a part of the same angel.

We can choose to focus on the tragedy or on the dawn. For most of us it is some of both.

In the dance class on Wednesday there were first-year and second-year students, of course at all skill levels. So many of them. Some wanted me to stay on. I told them that, as a lighting designer for dance, I kept watching them dancing in bonfirelight and with a large African moon rising through the trees throwing shadows across their passions also, as they appeared and disappeared in the light. They were a bit stunned, I guess, but that is what I saw and that is what I said. The forty of them in the same ritual patterns [almost in step] were rolling out this wall of powerful waves of force. Total joy.

And there was Anna Dancer too: foot injured, smiling, dancing as much as she could with so much energy. And we talked during and after class, I posted about that already.

So the dancers and I had a communion and gave gifts to each other.

Now I pack out for today's dawn to find more miracles.
I'm carrying a bunch of stuff, including my own Canon Digital Rebel, but it is all really weightless.

The dance of light and time and more than one Anna. All of yours, really, too.

A Perfect Tapestry.

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elvenforever
Oct. 10th, 2008 11:46 am (UTC)
In my heart she has changed from intense, bitter sharp grief to intense, quiet joyous light. Suffering, hopelessness, anguish, loneliness, all vanished now.

Yes, that's exactly right. And speaking of tapestries, that is all woven into you now too. *big hugs*
silverplate88
Oct. 10th, 2008 12:00 pm (UTC)
For a long time now, too.
elvenforever
Oct. 10th, 2008 12:26 pm (UTC)
Yes, indeed!
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