God bless you, Summer, Ruby and Leslie and Mark! Summer, your stunningly beautiful post found so many ways to take me back to 2008 and the first few days of 2009 when our dear Kathy, a lioness of spirit and light, prepared and then made her flight to the next world. It’s hard sometimes for people to understand when I try to explain how beautiful her passing was. I think you just may have made it possible, here, for more people to understand, to get their hearts around, how magnificent and confirming the act of accompanying a dearly loved one to the portal between the worlds can be. Love is eternal. Thank you for filling my heart and my spirit and my eyes (and my mouth) with joyful tears of remembrance.
Oh Red, I am so grateful for your words. You know exactly the type of tears I’m talking about. 🌊God Bless Kathy and you all, we’re right behind them. So much love to you!!! 🤍🪽🥀🕯️
I’m in Oaxaca, the land where death is ever present, in celebration and song and dancing, where little kids dress up with skeleton faces. I’m here to honor the passing of my mom in January. I loved her, but not the way that you loved your father.
My heart aches for all the ways that we did not find a way to each other‘s deepest hearts. And yet we did. And yeah, the cruelty and the legacy of lineage we carry often made the Love look like pain. A darker love. We even took a joint vision quest: “Two Assholes in a car.”
So I celebrate your gorgeous ways of caring for and honoring your father. May I borrow a little taste to honor my brilliant Zen poet dragon lady mom (who cleared tracks for MTV and produced and wrote many good works, taught me to listen to inner guidance, utterly brilliant!) I do love you, Mom. thank you for giving me life. Wild Sky Mind forever.
What a beautiful message to read from Oaxaca, especially on the weekend of Día de los Muertos, when the veil is thin and love wears a thousand faces. Thank you for sharing your story and your love for your brilliant mom, however complicated it might be. Death doesn’t end the relationship, it just changes the conversation. May your Wild Sky Mind keep dancing with hers among the marigolds and music.
A beautiful blessing, thank you Summer for taking the time to respond. And for the rich, layered, loving piece you wrote - your deeply personal (and poetic) sharing reached right into the very deepest parts of my heart. Partially because I feel many similar things when I'm with my dad, but also because your conversation with both love and death was exquisite. For all of that, I thank you.
How beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this deeply spiritual message. I moved away from my home town over 50 years ago, though I visited often. I was not present when either of my parents or my sister passed on, and this Soul Boom dispatch makes me realize how much I have missed. I know that they are still around and are all alive in my dreams. I was also not at my sister's side when my sister passed on, though my brother and I were both in her home town visiting her in the days of her final illness and death. I can't tell you how many times the song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" was playing in the background, everywhere we went during that week. I'm sure that was her speaking to us, to me, and forgiving me for not being there more for her over the years. As for my mother, I still can't explain how I turned down the sheets on my bed one night and found the ring that my mother had given me when I was 13 lying there. I wear that ring now every day.
my beloved tom continues to be present in ways big and small. sometimes he knocks things off the shelf to get my attention. when i an washing his old frying pan he wings me back to our kitchen where i did that so many times in our home full of love and caring and people who needed a temporary landing place.
i know he told me he time traveled so i am not sure if these visits are from before or after. his big energy (big wah, he called it) is no longer contained in his physical body. he got too big for that.
God bless you, Summer, Ruby and Leslie and Mark! Summer, your stunningly beautiful post found so many ways to take me back to 2008 and the first few days of 2009 when our dear Kathy, a lioness of spirit and light, prepared and then made her flight to the next world. It’s hard sometimes for people to understand when I try to explain how beautiful her passing was. I think you just may have made it possible, here, for more people to understand, to get their hearts around, how magnificent and confirming the act of accompanying a dearly loved one to the portal between the worlds can be. Love is eternal. Thank you for filling my heart and my spirit and my eyes (and my mouth) with joyful tears of remembrance.
Such sweet words Red, thanks so much.
Oh Red, I am so grateful for your words. You know exactly the type of tears I’m talking about. 🌊God Bless Kathy and you all, we’re right behind them. So much love to you!!! 🤍🪽🥀🕯️
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I’m in Oaxaca, the land where death is ever present, in celebration and song and dancing, where little kids dress up with skeleton faces. I’m here to honor the passing of my mom in January. I loved her, but not the way that you loved your father.
My heart aches for all the ways that we did not find a way to each other‘s deepest hearts. And yet we did. And yeah, the cruelty and the legacy of lineage we carry often made the Love look like pain. A darker love. We even took a joint vision quest: “Two Assholes in a car.”
So I celebrate your gorgeous ways of caring for and honoring your father. May I borrow a little taste to honor my brilliant Zen poet dragon lady mom (who cleared tracks for MTV and produced and wrote many good works, taught me to listen to inner guidance, utterly brilliant!) I do love you, Mom. thank you for giving me life. Wild Sky Mind forever.
What a beautiful message to read from Oaxaca, especially on the weekend of Día de los Muertos, when the veil is thin and love wears a thousand faces. Thank you for sharing your story and your love for your brilliant mom, however complicated it might be. Death doesn’t end the relationship, it just changes the conversation. May your Wild Sky Mind keep dancing with hers among the marigolds and music.
Absolutely perfect and profound. As one who loves her slowly-dying father from head to toe, I thank you for sharing this extraordinary piece.
May your journey be blessed Kimberly, may every step of the way be guided in love and courage. 🫂🪽
A beautiful blessing, thank you Summer for taking the time to respond. And for the rich, layered, loving piece you wrote - your deeply personal (and poetic) sharing reached right into the very deepest parts of my heart. Partially because I feel many similar things when I'm with my dad, but also because your conversation with both love and death was exquisite. For all of that, I thank you.
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all i can say is holy moly...and weep. thank you for this.
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This was so so beautiful. Thank you for sharing a bit of Mark with us.
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How beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this deeply spiritual message. I moved away from my home town over 50 years ago, though I visited often. I was not present when either of my parents or my sister passed on, and this Soul Boom dispatch makes me realize how much I have missed. I know that they are still around and are all alive in my dreams. I was also not at my sister's side when my sister passed on, though my brother and I were both in her home town visiting her in the days of her final illness and death. I can't tell you how many times the song "Dream a Little Dream of Me" was playing in the background, everywhere we went during that week. I'm sure that was her speaking to us, to me, and forgiving me for not being there more for her over the years. As for my mother, I still can't explain how I turned down the sheets on my bed one night and found the ring that my mother had given me when I was 13 lying there. I wear that ring now every day.
The mystical, unexplainable, and the ever-forgiving divine source entangling us all. I love the “Dream a little dream of me” what a perfect song.
It was playing in the background with several different singers and instrumentals over those few days.
my beloved tom continues to be present in ways big and small. sometimes he knocks things off the shelf to get my attention. when i an washing his old frying pan he wings me back to our kitchen where i did that so many times in our home full of love and caring and people who needed a temporary landing place.
i know he told me he time traveled so i am not sure if these visits are from before or after. his big energy (big wah, he called it) is no longer contained in his physical body. he got too big for that.
I love this so much 🤍🤍🤍