A dear friend and teacher of mine died this morning.
My head aches and my eyelids are heavy from crying…
Not an anguished cry…
A cry to add my tears to the river that will carry her on her way…
I stand looking at the beautiful weaving of my life and I find the strands of her wisdom, her life, in some of the richest hues of this tapestry… Great, thirst-quenching moments of being welcomed, deeply nourishing moments of being seen.
A woman who wove sacred mystery and a deep reverence for creation into her every day.
We danced and sung together, great joyful circles of us. She, a leader of ‘Dances of Universal Peace’…
She, a leader of many things.
God is in every space… But the light seemed, in moments, so much brighter there.
Sure in her stories, each creation, each dedication considered.
No one small.
No one big.
Each brilliant and wise and knowing.
A global voice that spoke of the wisdom of the elders and the sacredness of right now.
Dear Khannah, your worldly prayer mat may have come undone, but there are strands of yours woven into each of ours… And together, as always, we continue practicing praise.
Shabbat shalom my friend, shabbat shalom.