Grace

Today marks the end of Shloshim-- the 30-day period of mourning after burial. Typically there is a gathering or service to acknowledge that the formal time for grieving has come to a close. Toni and other family members will be doing this today at Hunter's grave, while Amy and I do this today at the beach. It's common for people to share thoughts, feelings, songs, and photos on this day. So, I ask of you, the community of people known and yet to know, of mothers and elders and heart-full people that are witnessing this immense journey I am on-- would you share with me how you have been touched by Hunter, by what you've read and experienced here and/or how you have practiced acts of kindness in Hunter's honor? Whatever moves you-- a song, a poem, a dance, a prayer. Together you can help me to re-enter the world with new eyes, a bigger heart --feeling the net of love carrying me.

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And now a quick story of yesterday: I spent the day observing Yom Kippur with Congregation Beit Simchat Torah (based in NYC). Then, about an hour before sunset, I jumped on our moped and headed to the long, walkable beach south of here. It started to pour, which isn't bad in the tropics, but still, I turned around and tried another beach-- didn't like it, couldn't get the kickstand down and it started to rain again, so I drove around until I ended up back at Fort Zachary Taylor Park. As I walked onto the beach there was a rainbow to my left, in the East. Ah! I was supposed to see the rainbow! I found a place to create a shrine, wrote the word LOVE in the coral rocks, added butterflies and photos and heart rocks, then took a picture-- the rainbow still visible. As soon as I took the photo the rainbow disappeared.