Through McBurney
Well, I feel like a very distant friend and admirer - but love you all dearly. I had the great honor of being Nick McBurney's partner for many years- and have fond memories of the Troxell clan from those years (including Marina's wedding). Not to mention all the stories Rob and Kathleen had to tell. . .
I was at Esalen this weekend, standing at about the same exact spot I ran into Peter and Diana there a few years ago when my friend Chris mentioned he has a show on KUSP - and I immediately asked about Peter only to hear the news.
What an amazing light he shared with all of us - and I'm so grateful to have had my glimpse - and that he leaves such a beautiful tribe behind to carry on.
much love,
natalie kraft
PS - as always - rumi provides the words I can't manage. . .
On the day I die, when I'm being carried
toward the grave, don't weep. Don't say,
He's gone! He's gone. Death has nothing
to do with going away. The sun sets and
the moon sets, but they're not gone.
Death is a coming together. The tomb
looks like a prison, but it's really
release into union. The human seed goes
down in the ground like a bucket into
the well where Joseph is. It grows and
comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediately
opens with a shout of joy there.
- rumi
The Guest HouseNatalie Kraft
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Rumi