As I write this message, I find myself in the midst of grieving the loss of my sweet mother and my beloved teacher who both made their transitions one week apart. There is an ache in my heart that only time will heal and yet I feel their presence is more intimate than it has ever been.
Their wisdom and compassion and enthusiasm for life will now find an avenue through me and others who adored them. Spirit was never born and will never die, so this is our opportunity to celebrate the new way their souls are choosing to express. Consciousness must have an outlet and now it will just redirect the cosmic energy in a different way.
My siblings and I, like many others who felt the soul of Bert, my Mother, will shine more brightly with her legacy of love and laughter. My colleagues, fellow classmates as well as thousands of individuals who have been impacted by my beloved teacher, will now find that he has a new venue for his wit and wisdom in them. Life never dies neither does love. It merely changes form. Could we embrace the moment and release the old form so that a new one might emerge and express? Something in me is expanded in their passing.
I see things in a new way. I feel life more intimately, but most of all I value every one as sacred. If you still have a parent who is alive, call them and just tell them, "I love you". You won't regret it.
I was blessed to have spent quality time with both Mother and Kennedy right before their illness and passing. Those memories are so filled with love and laughter and cosmic intimacy that I shall have them the rest of my human existence to sustain me until we are together again in that invisible realm.
I want to thank all of you who have surrounded me with your warmth and tenderness. You are my spiritual family and I cherish you. Let us be there for each other as we move through life, holding each other in our arms when things get overwhelming.
I touch my heart often now and feel the presence of my ancestral heritage. They are in me now at an even deeper level. Don't be surprised if some Sunday Kennedy starts to preach through me or Mom does one of her wild and crazy things.
The day Kennedy passed, my students formed a circle after class and lit 2 candles, one for him and one for Mom. We then sang "Sentimental Journey". I said, "I love you Mom…I love you, Ken". Then I heard, "Say Hi to Ernest Holmes". Before you knew it we had created a party in heaven and every great soul was there celebrating.
As Gershwin vowed, "It's very clear, our love is here to stay!"

Namasté

David