May 11, 1966 - September 14, 2009
(November 2007 --- in a letter from me to you)
Paths converge and we keep company for a while, until one changes the pace or embarks down a different road.
The spirit, like the unseen, but well-known scent picked up by animals, lingers, and I can feel your presence yet. It is with me, part of me, and informs my experience of this place. I cannot come here without thoughts of you and the Eternal that lives within all things.
May you run these paths til the day's end, and when twilight falls and you grasp the last remaining vision, may your ears hear the sound of each footstep. When this too fails, may you feel the touch of the wind and find your way home.
In the end, when all that is left is the last exhale, I know in my heart only good things will be waiting for you....that you will be embraced, and welcomed, into the worlds to come.
Run, friend.... thank you for teaching me.
As I left the hills today, I could not help but feel it is time for me to leave..... all things have converged to a point of departure, of relinquishing, what is, and reaching forward to what is unknown and yet to be discovered. Yet, no matter the direction my remaining days take, part of my spirit will stay in these hills, mingled with memories of you, running these paths.
