Blog longing

The finest hour, that I have seen, is the one, that comes between - the edge of night, and the break of day - that's when the darkness rolls away ... Kate Wolf

Come to think of it, I've always been an early morning person.

As I move towards a new life I think back on my former teachers. Swami Ji taught me to do that. Here's Mike who taught me that you can do anything you set your mind to. He was a wrestler who became a counselor. Wasn't he always a counselor though? Pinning people down gently and looking directly in their eyes. Here he is a little over a year ago with Mar-Mar at my farewell party. Mar-Mar shared her life and death with me. She accompanies me to my new position.

Janna found a place in my heart from the moment I interviewed her. She taught me so many things over the years. Lately I have been thinking that in a way Janna taught me how to allow myself to need people. Ah yes, she and I have shared many a good cry together.

Janna, Mike and Mar-Mar. They all called me "Boss" as if it was my name. Mar-Mar called me that until she died. Never before has that word meant so much to me - when they uttered it, I almost felt loved!

Yes, I find myself blog-longing as I attend orientations, set up the office, and organize my new work schedule. Each day I return to the blog-world and sigh with relief to find all of you still here, writing and reading, commenting and sharing, raging and laughing (LOL, ROFL), crying and linking, blog-rolling and philosophizing, joking, sharing life, gods, birth, death, pictures still and moving, poetry and sounds. It soothes my tired, frightened, and wandering soul and makes me feel whole again. I have so much to tell you but will learn a way to jot things down as they happen so that I won't lose precious moments to share. And if I don't always manage to comment in the beginning, I am still here - reading and reacting, thinking and changing as a result of your words.

Comments

[Jean]

Rather a nice thing, I think, to have a whole alternative blog-world on the side to slip into when life is busy and stressful and you need to briefly retreat from it. I hope you'll find time to do this every now and then.

The photo of Mar-Mar makes my heart ache - she looks so very solidly and warmly alive. We're all so fragile - I keep thinking this over and over again this week, not knowing whether my dear 'boss' is going to live.

[Tamar]

Dear Jean,
My thoughts are with you as you go through this. It is, indeed, so sad to have to part from these people we love. But our ability to share in this, their last journey, can be so enriching.

Life just never feels the same again. Fuller and more wonderful and it becomes really important to make every moment (even the sad and difficult ones) meaningful.

[Natalie]

Tamar, the pictures say so much. Thanks for this look into your world.
Jean, I too am sending you warm and solid support at this time.

[Winston]

Yes, we are still here, and we will be here when you can slip back in as if you had never left. Then we can ask you, "How are you doing...really?"

[purple_kangaroo]

I was just noticing your writing has almost a poetic feel to it.

[Tamar]

Hello again and welcome back, Purple Kangaroo!

Natalie, Good to have you looking into my world with me!

Winston, Thanks for being there ... here ... every ... where ...