Archive for the ‘Authenticity’ Category
Marissa is Marina Day’s lifelong friend: M&Ms. A few days before Marina’s transition Marissa asked Marina to send her a sign but couldn’t settle on anything specific. Marina assured her, “You’ll know”. Marissa told this story at Saturday’s lunch to a tent full of in drawn breaths and gaping incredulous jaws. My body experienced a sensation that went beyond chills into an explosion of tingles accompanied by those flickers of light at the back of your vision—perhaps a tickle of knowing. Why would I be surprised by this story—of course Marina would send a Marina-sized-sign!
Here are Marissa’s words as she later shared on Marina’s Lovefest Facebook group for everyone to experience:
“Trey and Nick’s mom found this (purple) hat in the bedroom of a little girl that she is a nanny for. She asked the 3 year old where she got it- and she didn’t have an answer. Mrs. P took the hat downstairs to ask the mother where the hat came from and she responded, “I have no idea, I’ve never seen that hat before”. At this point Mrs. P asked if she could keep the hat and took it home with her where she placed it in front of an angel figurine and sent this picture to me and her sons. At the time that I received the picture I happened to be talking to my roommate about Marina. Marina had promised me that though I couldn’t think of a specific sign she could send me that I would ‘know’ without a doubt when she did send me a sign. Hence, the story of the Marina Day hat.”
I’ve been in denial—struggling with truth for several weeks. Marina Day died of leukemia the night a rare comet soared across the sky this March. A brilliant light has gone out in the World. And the world. Goes. On. How is this possible? Why? Oh the pain-filled questions. I leave on Friday for Georgia to join hundred’s of Marina Day’s loved ones in celebrating her life. Celebrating her life with those who treasured her is exactly the balm my heart craves.
With her parents Sharon & Mike the Day’s created a Facebook group when Marina was diagnosed and being treated in Boston. Marina’s Lovefest is filled to the brim with hundreds of friends and family members who fiercely envisioned her healing, wellness, and wholeness. People who showed up to this space as love-in-action with their OMing and photos and snippets of joy. Witnessing the creation of possibility, love, faith, and authenticity has been an honor and a blessing. Marina’s journey and her relationships, especially with her mom, inspires me to be as bold and beautiful in all of mine.
Over the past thirty months I’ve send cards and little gifts and always received the sweetest notes back from Marina. In one she shared that she was choosing her ‘one little word’ (that Jeff offered to scrollsaw for her) because she didn’t see herself this way and wanted to to be BOLD. O, beautiful child of the sea—you lived bold, you died bold, you are the essence of bold, you inspired others to a boldness they may never have dared. You’ve gone first—so bold. Your memory trails a thousand pinpricks of light across the night sky like a comet—here and gone too soon. You were a force of nature and embodied bold in your music, dance, laughter, humor—you and your love were incredibly bold and beautiful. I am grateful for your light in my life. Namasté my friend.
…to offer a quick hello. Why? To put into action one of my OLW intentions: there is just enough time. I have my own thank yous to share and a story or two, but for now…I’m thinking of you. The photos are at a Lewes Library Ladies Luncheon last October…hence the disguises. This bunch and I make sure we get together at least once a year. Just enough time.
Every year Honoré, Kathy, and I share our ‘one little word’. We were inspired by Ali Edward’s blog posts and OLW workshop, she writes:
“And what do you do with this one little word?
You live with it. You invite it into you life. You let it speak to you. You might even follow where it leads. There are so many possibilities.”
Jeff has supported us and so many friends in our celebrating, envisioning, and living our word each year by making them out of wood on his scroll saw. He was a busy elf this year—aren’t there some good ones in the word-pile below!? Look for our posts in January when we share our one little words for 2013. Happiness & bright blessings for the new year to you and your loved ones dear reader. ♥
In Early December Brin’s beau came to see Jeff to ask for her hand in marriage. Wow! Jeff explained to Jeremy that he really needed to come back and ask both of us. Double Wow! And he did. (I was touched by both Jeremy & Jeff’s choices). We gave him our blessing and when I asked him why he had decided to ask her he said, Because she’s the one, Momma. He’s a true romantic but it was the perfect answer. He chose a beautiful engagement ring online and had it expressed. I helped him with a reservation at a local French restaurant, he wanted to ask her on their two year anniversary December 15th. The restaurant had never had a proposal in their establishment so they were excited to help. Jeremy wanted their waiter to deliver the ring in a glass of champagne right after he gave Brin her anniversary card and he’d get down on bended knee to ask her.
On December 14th the ring, which should have arrived days ago, had not been delivered. Jeremy called me to ask what he should do. (There was a touch of panic in his voice!) I went out on a limb and suggested a fun outrageous solution because they are a playful couple with highly developed sense of humor. I said get her a plastic ring something silly and crazy and make this a story your grandchildren will want to hear over and over! And he did. He found a huge gaudy plastic diamond the size of a walnut and it gets better; a twist made it light up inside! Perfection.
We love you Brin & Jeremy—happiness, bright blessings, and love, love, love ♥
…Winter needs to wait. Christmas decor is out of my office; Winter decor is in. But, I need to keep Christmas at home for a while longer. Why? My journaling is nearly complete…and pictures are in hand. The 2012 Journal Your Christmas album calls. I’m documenting my commitment to creativity and spirit right now. I just need to get through 2 more days at work. HA! Meanwhile, here’s my opening page.
We enjoyed Ben’s caroling at his pre-school last night. A half-dozen 3-year-olds jammin’ to Jingle Bells. So fun. And as so often happens, I flashed back to my own Littles and times passed. While rummaging through recently scanned photos, I found this shot of the Maynard Bumper Crop awaiting permission to dive into the stockings from Mammaw. From the left, we have First Grandchild Shannon. Luckily, she had us all for 4 years before Heather (1981), Jeffrey (1982), Catherine (1982), Katie (1982) were born. Mac (1985) is 14 months old and Josh (1986) is in my arms as I take the picture. Anything sweeter than the faces of children for the holiday? Yes, most have their own kids to pose now…and to hear the explanation of first, second and third cousins. *grin* It’s a Hill Thing.