On a recent trip I had the happy opportunity to come face to face with the life I lived as my younger self and seeing the people from my past reminded me of how blessed I have always been. As it often is with youth, a strong sense of self had veiled me from feeling the fullness and extent of my good fortune. Meeting my friends so many years later brought all our journeys home to me; our personal trials, our goals, our individual paths. So many lives, so many lineages all weaving in and out of each other, in an ethereal dance, shaping each of us in our own way but creating something so profound which only begins to reveal its truth as we seek to move deeper within ourselves. It was like coming full circle; as I imagine, it may be at the end of a lifetime. Silent, beyond the lights and the music, caught in an eternal moment, I saw my life lifted, along with the lives of those around me. Finally revealed alone in glory, of what truly matters. Love.
A Love so infinite that it is impossible to contain it with our heart. Only in the celebration of it all did I catch a glimpse of its invisible magic. Even as I write this, I know that my words are mere shadows but I know your hearts will remember a melody we all wrote together a long time ago. A love song that will forever seek itself through our lives. A sacred and joyful dance that will have us always, turning towards our heart, through praise.
When I start writing a piece, I know little about the direction it may take and even less about its outcome. In this case, I can safely say that I had no clue that it would unfold the way it has. I normally don’t like to dedicate pieces but in this particular instance, it would be unjust not to. To all my childhood friends, I’m so grateful for your love and the role you have played in my life, how the thought of our times together makes me laugh and fills my heart to no end. And to the person at the centre of it, my brother who brings us all together to celebrate and honour our life, I’d like to say in the immortal words of A.A.Milne:
“It would be my present to you, my sweet, if it weren’t your gift to me.”