
November First Brings the Falling of Leaves in our Illusory Forest. But not before the Little Witches and not so little pirates invade the neighborhood. Celeste was busy casting her magic spell which compelled people to give her candy.

I have been asking people to answer a few questions.
There are no wrong answers because these come from
your innermost feelings at the very moment that you
answer the questions.
Who are we, really?
Why do we exist?
What is our purpose?
Please do not write down what you have been taught. I
want to know what is in your heart at the moment you
answer the question. It may be completely the
opposite from what you were taught to believe. And
that is just fine. I find that when I allow my "soul"
to have a voice, new insights emerge and my
understanding of those questions gets clarified a bit
more.
What we were taught is a model, an attempt to answer
those questions. But what we were taught is some
else's answer, someone else's model of thier reality.
I want to know that your answers. Perhaps, when we
all put our answers together, our own understanding of
our own answers will spark an enhanced awareness of
who are we, really, why we exist and what is our
purpose.
Don't be surprised if your answers begin to change as
you start answering these questions.
I will be answering those questions myself, for myself
and posting them.
The RE-BIRTHDAY party for organ transplant recipients was sponsored by The Transplant Recipient International Organization (TRIO) on 6 May. Denise and I celebrated with some incredible people. We shared a table with a young man and his kidney donor. He had switched job locations and soon afterwards, became ill. His kidneys failed. One of his new co-workers donated one of her kidneys. What a marvelous gift she gave. She gave him a new life. She is awesome. Each person at the re-birthday party was given the opportunity to tell a little about themselves. There were folks who received kidneys, hearts, livers and lungs. It is so amazing to be in a room filled with people who, were it for not for organ transplantation, would be dead. Their stories told of their courageous journeys and how their families overcame the horrible fear that impending death deals out to those who approach him so closely.
When it was my turn to speak, I told them about our son, Jeremy’s, organ donation. And how magically heart warming it was to listen to Jeremy’s heart beating inside Robert’s chest. I was starting to choke up, and I noticed that I brought nearly everyone to tears. Now that I think back on that event, I wonder why I felt good making everyone cry. ;-) It is because they share my grief and thus lighten my load a little. I am not alone in my grief and seeing the transplant recipients so happy and so alive brightens the silver lining around the dark cloud of Jeremy’s death. Each day brings its gifts and opportunities for noticing them. I try to stay awake to those opportunities to receive the gifts that life brings to me.
Our Celestial Being brought pride filled tears to my eyes at the gymnastics banquet. When the coach called up the junior varsity girls, Celeste’s face revealed puzzlement and frustration. She had assumed that the coach had forgotten her. And when the coach called up the Varsity team, (those who lettered in gymnastics) and called her name, she was again puzzled. She did not know that she had earned a letter in gymnastics. Then the coach gave her a special coach's award for Great Effort. She said that this was Celeste's first year in high school gymnastics and that no one had put in more effort than Celeste. She tried very hard at everything the coach suggested that she do. But the award that brought me to pride filled tears was the Paper Plate award. The girls have a tradition that they get together (those who have been at it for more than one season) and create special awards for reasons ranging from inspiration to silliness. They gave Celeste the Shooting for the Stars award because she inspired the all of the girls by giving it her all, regardless of the odds. Ah, she inspires me.
Congratulations Celeste!!! You make me so proud to be you dad.
I woke up crying on Saturday morning. I was having a very vivid dream. I had been swimming in a public swimming pool. After I got out of the water, I went to the locker room. As I went around the corner, I found myself in a hospital. There was a door on my left that led into Bonnie’s room. I was going to go in, but I stopped myself because I didn't want to crash in on Bonnie & Jiho if they were making love. I saw a doctor, who was carrying any infant, walk across the hallway and enter Bonnie’s room. I followed him. Bonnie and Jiho were laying in separate gurneys along the wall. I woke Jiho up. He sat up. He had a dark tan. Then I went to Bonnie. As I was about to wake Bonnie up, the doctor looked at me and handed me the baby saying, "Here's your grandson." He was so beautiful, and so tan. I began to cry. I was so happy holding him. The crying woke me up. Bummer, I was having a good time holding Tiger in my dream.
I awoke this morning
To the soft touch of sweeping branches in the wind,
To the gentle pitter patter of rain drops on my face,
To the warm rays of the sun
smiling ever so lovingly, down upon me.
And when I opened my eyes, I saw
Not to the soft touch of sweeping branches
Nor the sight of rainy days
Pierced with the sun's shiny rays.
Rather, I awoke this morning
To my Love's soft fingers stroking my side
To my Lady's tender lips sweetly kissing my face
To my Mate's beautiful blue eyes smiling lovingly at me.
I awoke this morning
To the magic of my Soul Mate's love.
Wow! It snowed gifting us with a
cool soft cloud of snow over
Misty Meadows. Kimchee, our
Korean canine, was having so
much fun playing in the icy
wonderland,