Yow It’s late and I need to get some sleep. For tonight I will just tell three Sam-related stories that happened to Diane, Max and I today. .

    Diane’s is the most inspiring. She told us all this story at yoga tonight. She and Chai were taking a walk in the woods this afternoon around 4:30; They went up to the ridge behind the sandpit. Diane stopped, closed her eyes and thanked the divine spirit and Sam out loud for all that she had in her currently in her life and for having Sam as long as we did. She also thanked the spirits around her that were helping us through Sam’s passing and thanked them and the greater spirit for the connection that ties us with Sam and the rest of the universe. As she was talking the last rays of the sun fell on her face and the wind kicked up. She took it as acknowledgment and spoke her thanks at that moment an owl hooted four times nearby.. She opened her eyes,  she and Chai looked at each other then  the owl hooted again This kind of powerful alignment of things happens frequently when we’re outdoors.. That’s where we all feel Sam’s spirit the strongest.

   My story for the day is also outside.. though it’s a little less inspiring:. This morning I was running with Chai along the Rivershore trail.   I was thinking of Sam as I always do when I’m outside now. I think its funny how I used to obsess about work while I was running.. now I obsess.. no, wrong word.. I meditate about Sam and my family as I run. Anyway.. It’s been my practice to write Sam’s name in the snow whenever I’m outside. I was looking for a good place to do it when I came across a place where the snow had fallen from a tree and made a perfectly formed capital ‘A’ in the snow.. As  I looked at it, nature called for Chai  and she peed (can I say that in a blog) next to the snow ‘A’ … believe it or not, she made a perfectly formed capital ‘M’ in the snow with her bright yellow  pee… There was only one thing left for me to do.. you’ll be glad to know  that , not wanting to copy Chai’s artistic innovation., t I put in the ‘S’ with a stick..

   Max’s story is a bit more surreal. He had a dream this morning (he’s become nearly nocturnal these days) about  meeting his guardian angel.. It turns out that she was a hard talking sarcastic woman that rolled her eyes at everything he said.. She was there to explain to Max his purpose in life. She brought out a magic picture that was to show Max his true path As Max stared at it, he learned that  his life’s mission… was to grow bean sprouts..   OkSometime life sends you messages that are not so clear J  

   Sorry for the short post.. It’s late and I need to sleep. I’ll finish tonight with a picture Jen sent me this morning of Sam at Burligton Rock Camp last summer. What a rock star Sam…

-jc

Ps. there’s an end of session concert for the Rock Camp after school program this Thursday at 6:30 at 242 Main. If you’ve never seen one of these concerts.. its’ worth checking out.