phoenix magic

grammalo and miles at an outdoor cafe. the leg goes right into the foot, we say. a cankle of sorts. daddy and boy. my friend jen said this to me in an email- *thank you, jen*.

"I know there isn't much I can say.... I do recall at one point in my life that many deaths of people I knew brought me to this thought: Somehow life arises from a persons death. It seems like when we are struck by the death of a loved one, friend, or even an aquaintance, an unsudden appreciation of them arises out of nowhere and you think, thank you God for bringing this person into my life. All the gems of their life, which is now a part of yours whether you experience it with them or not, come to light. They, like you, are all a part of this big picture, a grand one. Then you realize your encounter, no matter how brief, is a blessing."

life does arise from a person's death. conversations about how short life is begin to take place again, extra effort is taken to get to those destinations we always wanted to get to, a fearlessness sets in. the glittery life dust gets stirred up, and i take notice. i squeeze my loved ones closer, knit my little family closer together, and count my many blessings. living in a constant state of this kind of awareness is rare.

i want to thank my dear, colorful friend maya, one more time here, for shining her bright light on our lives. for being a beacon of smiles and happiness always. we loved her so much.

squeeze your lovers tight today.