Last night I had the great fortune of spending the evening at The City Winery in New York city. The last place that I would have expected myself, exactly one week after my Father went to the Ancestors.
But it was a memorial service, a gathering of people who had come to pay their respects, hold his guitar and share their condolences with each other and us, his family.
I hugged loved ones, some I hadn’t seen in what felt like lifetimes, and “strangers” who were not strangers, but will be “Friends Forever” bound by our love of a man who made sure to share real love with everyone he met.
They say that when people die, they become our angels, adding wings to a love once tethered by the limitations of a body. But in this case, I feel as though everyone who loves him is now a feather in the wings
Again, I am amazed by the tangible reality of energy in its purest form. Right now, as, you/we, the world mourns the loss of Richie Havens, the flavors are available, and I ask myself, do I want to taste the pain of loss or experience the love? The lesson, once again, reveals itself to me to be about choice. It is a reoccurring lesson for me, and my Father is showing me now… Again, that simple truth. You can live anything you want, because it is all available.
I choose, now, to feel the massive outpouring of love that is available. With that love, I am strengthened and can give back to those who need it as we get through this time of Letting Go.
A beautiful cycle.
Thank you, every one of you who ever loved him, for revealing to me, even more, the strength of my father’s love. For reminding me that there is nowhere that I have to go, that I don’t have to reach farther than inside my own heart for comfort, because you are all there.
I understood again last night, when everyone had gone, why he gave so much. Because you all gave him just as much as he gave you. It was a very fair trade indeed.
I know these days ahead will not be easy, the sadness comes in waves. But after last night, I have even more strength and it is because I know where to reach for it.
Please…. Tell me stories.