Let your imagination run wild with this lovely picture. To be honest, my internet connection is so limited at my parents' place, where we spent Christmas night, that this post is by necessity brief. I hope that all of you had a very Merry Christmas.
My tradition of Saturday Moments of Zen will return in the new year. I haven't felt like posting them this month as a way of mourning the death of my best friend in a tragic accident. I haven't felt many "moments of zen" in the past month. In fact it may be quite a while before I do so again, but my friend loved my moments of zen and he'd be sad that I hadn't posted any since his death. The new year, 2016, will be just that a new year. I have been so sad since his death, but I know I need to start living again and doing my best to enjoy life, because that is what he would want. I have to honor what he told me once. He said that if anything did happen to him to not be sad for long, that it mean that he was not longer battling the demons of his depression and the trauma of his youth. He knew I'd have a long period of mourning over his death and with his death being such a tragic and sudden accident, it has made it even harder.
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Joe, your friend knows what you are going through right now and understands how hard this has been for you. Your retuning Moments of Zen in 2016 will be in honor of him too as you begin to find ways to enjoy life again. Take care. <3
Recently I listened to a CD from ten or so years back, Amici Forever) and I thought of your loss. Here is a link to a YouTube video (you may have to cut an paste) -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jLOwUrwWho
The lyrics:
"Whisper Of Angels"
I was yours before the first morn broke
Before the sun that woke the earth
And I was yours before rain kissed the ground
Before the first dawn's sound was heard
I'll be the whisper of angels
And I'll be the frost on your glass
And I'll be the shadows at twilight
I'll be your first your last
I'm the rush-the fire in your veins
Across the desert plains I ride
I'm the ache the sound that midnight makes
A streak of star across the sky
I'll be the whisper of angels
And I'll be the frost on your glass
And I'll be the shadows at twilight
I'll be your first your last
Your friend is always with you. I'm glad that you are able to have good memories of him. And, you're "moment of zen" are always appreciated. But , you should grieve at your own pace. There's no correct way or timeline to grief. I wish I could be as eloquent as others but just know we're all here for you Joe.
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