“Yes, yes! We are the lucky ones.”
Never have these words struck a chord with greater force than in recent times.
In January of this year, I received the devastating news that my brother-in-law had been diagnosed with metastatic cancer. To say this was a shock would be an understatement. Here is someone who leads a healthy lifestyle – doesn’t smoke, drinks sparingly, eats a balanced diet. Essentially, all the things we do to keep ourselves afloat amidst the wreckage of daily existence. And yet this happens.
We never know what is around the corner, do we? Ash (my brother-in-law) is still around, still fighting after undergoing chemotherapy, which continues. He has a young family, three boys who adore him, and I know that this is what keeps him going, along with the love of his family and friends. In the end, love is all we have and love is all we can give.
As a way of doing something positive, in the face of a cruel disease, I and several others are talking part in a fundraising event in the summer, raising funds for Macmillan Cancer Support, a simply vital cause. If you feel like sponsoring me, then needless to say that would mean the world to all of us. You can do so here:
Life is a beautiful thing, but perhaps its beauty is given even greater resonance and meaning when the hand of mortality makes its presence felt. Mary Oliver was right – we are all beings of incredible good fortune.
All we can do is: live, live, live.
and not leave
and the secular
and never say
a kind of magic
when we lay
our weary heads.
with our tongues
as we blend
on the path
that stars reveal.
in the now.
the chord proclaims:
Shall we love each other as long as we live?
Shall we repent and always forgive?
Shall we laugh and cry as minutes fly?
Shall we never say goodbye?
Shall we look into one another’s eyes?
Shall we hug the daily surprise?
Shall we speak words soft and sweet?
Shall we welcome the sacred treat?
Shall we meditate upon all the beauty?
Shall we hold the flame with duty?
Shall we kiss away the sorrows?
Shall we travel all the morrows?
Shall we sit in the morning sun?
Shall we seize and keep it fun?
Shall we praise what’s to come?
Shall we listen to the calming hum?
Shall we chime in the rhyming hours?
Shall we sing as fondness flowers?
Shall we drink from the cup of mirth?
Shall we give joy on this earth?
Shall we reside in desire?
Shall we build a lasting fire?
I want to plant laughter
all over your body
I want to explore you
for the riches you possess.
I want to touch you
beneath starlight and moonlight
I want to read you
with feverish intent.
I want to give you
my tongue and my tears
I want our selves
never to relent.
I want to taste you
our longings undressed
I want to kiss you
and never repent.
I want to feel you
I want us to wonder
skin to skin.
Our love free as the river
These hands soft as the earth
My limbs stretching like trees
Your eyes moistened in moonlight
Our ears cupped by the wind
Lips mouthing bright chords
This hour filled with sweet gifts
And the mantra that stays alive
Threading spirit, soul, universe
Give, give, give, give – give and live.