The yoga of your death
That’s why I must love it
It was in the simple service of bringing you home
Flood of tears
As the aircraft climbed high over Wellington Harbour
Over Aotearoa – New Zealand
I was born
My Birthday; Written out of the experience of bringing my mother home to Harewood Rd, ChCh after her death; 31/5/11, Hutt Hospital.
I was fulfilling my promise to bring mum back to her beloved Harewood Rd home. The setting sun set the landscape alive with an incandescent beauty. I felt the abiding presence of the Self; was overwhelmed by an experience of wondrous beauty; felt a gift was being imparted; felt deeply blessed. Dedicated to my beautiful mother.