This morning I lost one of the dearest, brightest souls I have ever known. My friend Monica passed away after battling cancer for 4 months.
I feel blessed to have had her in my life. She was instrumental in helping me navigate my way through my own illness 4 years ago, calling me several times a day help me keep focus, to lift my heart. In many ways, I owe my life to her. She taught me so much about how to listen to my intuition, to follow my heart, to not doubt the persistent inklings. And most importantly, she showed me how everything is perfect, all the time. Even when you are struggling with horrific health issues, and an even more horrific health care system. She even taught me to be thankful for the struggles. That is Buddhist to a T.
It is strange then to be the one to say goodbye to her. She was fearless. I love how she would slap her hand on her leg to emphasize "Yes!" I love that her beloved Buddhist monks came to pray for her in her last hours. She touched so many with her exuberance and love. She had the most amazing clear-seeing clear blue eyes, able to see much more than most.
Amid the flurry of emails and phone calls this morning, once the news broke, I had to head out to the beach to clear my head. And there in my directionless meanderings I spied this little gem, a true gift from the sea, a beautiful tiny perfect seahorse resting there on the sand. This sweet little thing will be the one thing I bring with me from these shores, a reminder of my dear, brave, joyful, bodhisattva, Monica.
Namaste.
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