02/03/2024
On February 1st 2024, Imbolc (a Celtic time honoring the space between….. between winter and spring, a time of going home, a time when the seeds begin stir in the earth…. A space between death and rebirth, under the waning moon.
My Father went home.
Reading through many of the comments on the posts made by my sister or message sent to me directly has been comforting and has shown me the depths of what I’ve know about my father and his impact in this world.
A life well lived surpassing the mundane ripple of time. Your presence was not just felt but gifted to so many in so many ways.
You taught life lessons and shared gems with countless young athletes. Instilling what hard work, dedication, sportsmanship, competition, perseverance, team work and other foundational skills that were taken off the court or out of conversation an applied into the lives of the beings who had the opportunity to be around you.
You taught me the importance of living in the full spectrum of life which gave me the capacity to find and dance and experience all the gifts of the in between.
Thank you for being and bringing so much magic, adventure and wonder.
For being the change in so many ways.
For showing how to hold a line and in certain ways be the line.
Not all the lessons were easy or simple
…one day at a time, one thing at a time….
Ye though I walk…I shall fear no evil…
discerning that which I can change from that which is not mine to change. Accepting, Surrendering, and Activating accordingly. Allowing Love to be patient and kind as this process unwinds and changes the landscape.
