Hello Fellow Readers, If I may share the origin of a memoir underway titled the Lesson of the Leaf. My beloved brother Bill passed away on December 21st. I was blessed to travel to Florida to be by his side in his last weeks. Several overnights in the hospital and hospice and heartfelt pillow talks I cherish as I will “Brobber Bill” forever – a brave, soulful man, by far advanced to most of us in terms of spiritual development. I call him my soulful twin as we went through school and graduated high school together.
“You graduated from here,” I assured him. In truth, the six months since his emergency trip to the ER on Father’s Day and diagnosis of Appendix Cancer with no prior symptoms has been a blur for me — a time to resonate for him. All that he has studied “is coming together,” he reflected, “It’s all about love.”
The origin of a memoir underway titled the Lesson of the Leaf.
If I may tell one of Bill’s lessons, he shared as I gathered the courage to end the merry-go-round of my marriage, a tough time in my life. It was Election Day, and I drove from an attorney appointment to Town Hall to vote. Out of the blue, Bill called from his track phone – his affordable cell phone choice. Never before had he called in the middle of a workday, but he felt my energy and sadness. He also didn’t know the details of the marriage struggle until that day.
Bill asked if I had water nearby. He hadn’t visited me here and didn’t know about the brook in front of the house. He suggested I go there and find a leaf. Watch it maneuver through the current slowly, beautifully, serenely.
“You see, none of us have control of the current — a parallel to the ebbs and flows in our lives. Our goal is to let go, trust, and live calmly, serenely rather than resist the flow. Like the leaf in the water.”
I’ve observed hundreds of leaves since. Thank you, my beloved brother, You will be with all that love you forever, “Sister” Mary
Bill’s treasured Haiku I call the Lesson of the Leaf and the love of sharing his passion for Tai Chi.