As I prepare to formally celebrate Allyn's life on Friday, I realize I celebrate her life every day. Every time I pause to contemplate something as simple as a tumbling leaf, something of the poet Allyn was and continues to be thrums in my heart and I see the leaf as life, tumbling in the flow, resisting not, allowing. Every time I hear a telephone ring (or chirp) I think of Allyn's perseverance in volunteering as First Voice long after she'd let go of driving herself.
As I watched the ebb and flow of pets when I took Tink for her annual exam last week, Allyn's love for her animals washed across me. I can feel her with me. I can feel with me each one I've released from this temporary expression, and I know they live on. They live on in me, and they live ON. The poet Rossiter Raymond wrote, "Life is eternal and love is immortal and death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight."
This is me, celebrating Allyn and celebrating life.
Love, Rev. Terry