Dear Kenny: My Angelic Little Brother
You ever reside sacred in my heart
as through this temporal world I move
forty years have come and gone
since you slipped this mortal coil
to journey within finer planes
not quite four years we shared together
but a lifetimes love I gained
It feels but a finger snap to me
Since I cradled you in my arms
And fed you with your tea
I sense you ever closer with each passing year
such a comfort you have given me
through triumph and tragedy
you measured them both
and found them wanting
what a lesson you imparted
my internal guide and compass
I am so thankful that you shared
your brief life with me
In joy and sorrow you have shown
me the breadth and height of my journey
of what is true and false
through the lifting of the temporal veil
I see your life and suffering had purpose
to bring me to this place
where love and joy reside within
oh what an expansive gift you shared
ever inspiring and completing me
your eternal star lights my life
how blessed am I dear brother
you showed me the meaning of stoicism
never once did your eyes complain
of the pain your little body suffered
so difficult to explain why this had to happen
such a simple twist on birthing
for around your neck did lie
the umbilical cord ever tightening
no oxygen to be found
they took you to another floor
resuscitating too late
to save an oxygen starved brain
I sense from a place of peace you chose
this journey to show your family
the meaning of true love and sacrifice
it humbles me it crumbles me to
think of what you did
I can only ever thank you
For the love you shared with me
and for the joy of your angelic presence
throughout eternity
Ever will I love thee
how blessed am I.
to have an angelic little brother
The joy, the sorrow of sharing the journey
(If this may be of balm to others, Kenny and I would wish it to be used. We need embrace all of the journey, the bitter and the sweet,
to know the fullness of the journey. It is how it is.
I surrender these words to the Divine, as they were passed through me for this purpose, I am but Kennys messenger
A Rosebud......a Heightened..... Memory
I would like to talk on.... Memories.....
How we articulate... respond... to their whispers... for I have felt the caress
of a loved one... now in Light....and felt bidden to respond......
......On the invitation, by Steve, to join his "Memories Group", there was a single, exquisite, preserved Rosebud.........
.......I have an identical Rosebud... in the pocket of a suit jacket, which I wore to my sisters funeral........
My sister Catriona and I had... and still have, for love transcends mortal time and place.....
a passion for Roses... the Queen of Flowers.
This particular flower was a Noisette, called Alister Stella Grey, which she grew to perfection.
As she was laid to rest, the many.. who loved her no less than me...
scattered hundreds... if not thousands of rosebuds onto her wicker casket....
...This one.... Rosebud, brought me in an instant, to a deep insightful overview, of my sisters life...
... for she was a Child of God... of Nature.... a great lover of all of life....a herbalist, a healer, a rosarian,
who devoted her life to helping and inspiring others.
A fierce opponent of cant and humbug, she had a most penetrating capacity to deflate pomposity,
wherever she found it.
A great bibliophile, poet, writer, linguist, she has always been a shining inspiration to me.
A singer, classical guitarist... her accomplishments were legion....her modesty even more so.
I had no idea... when I opened this invitation, only some hours ago......it seems a world in time,
that a picture of.... a Rosebud....
would bring me to this place in my memories....I am only glad that it has...
as her voice floods through me, and the fragrance of the rose, assails all of my senses....
.... I am heartfelt glad to have been so giddily refreshed, by singular memories, of times shared.....
.. with a much loved sister..... by a Rosebud.
If this has touched you, please go to
http://www.thegoldencentre.org/about/the-story-of-the-golden-centre
which my sister and her husband Ian Hamilton created.
There you will meet............ my golden rose of a sister
