The memorial service for Matt Kuhl was today. . . so many people packed the cathedral full. He is an amazing man and will be very missed. I feel for his family so much, and only wish I knew of a way I could give myself in their aid. Permissions.. Permissions in this life are allowed, and we lose good, honest people before I believe their time on this earth is fully up. . . This earth can not be all there is.
Following the service, we had a fire-circle gathering in honor and memoriam of Trist. I can not believe Monday will mark a year since his passing from this earth. It feels surreal, as it pretty much has the entire year.
I hope to remember forever the feeling and sight of tonights gathering. A fire burning, Jaron's cloud of rich, healing, cleansing Sage surrounding him and drifting over to help ease the rest of us. . . Grant and Kim beside each other (those two have a sphere about them together that never ceases to provide courage for me). . . Jennica strong and beautiful, she always seems to soak things of Tristan up in such an eloquent, powerful, and deep way. . . and Alizah and Brad supporting each other in ways I imagine only newly-weds can. I have no idea how many people there were, but the amount of people around the fire spread us in such a large circle that I could barely feel any heat coming from the playful flames. . . Those flames. . . They almost seemed to kick up and throw dancing ashes, as if to as "A-HO" to each word honoring our Tristan.
I hope to remember this vision, our arms linked, heads bowed towards the flames in honor and prayer, and then arched up, faces to the open sky, where lightning did not cease to flicker the entire night.
IN LAK'ECH ! A LAK'EN!
and just like when we laid his body in the ground, a voice repeats. . .
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