“Thank you for this beautiful life”
Those were my last words as I suddenly and violently hit the tunnel in 1999. My small pickup truck had spun and flipped off the freeway down a steep embankment. The world was going dark and silent, and like water going down a drain I was headed straight to the tunnel as the truck was plowing straight into a tree. Right as I hit the tree and tunnel, I thought my final words. Thank you for this beautiful life. Right then and there, instantly, death stopped, and the light and sounds of life came flooding back in.
Today, some twenty-five years later. I want to give thanks for this beautiful life once again. Yes, I know how brutally ugly life can be. I am aware of the news, and history. I also know how brutal life can be because like my father, I have Parkinson's disease. It is not a pretty disease nor does it have a cure. Most days, it’s like an uphill battle with an unpredictable and capricious foe more than willing to run me over and leave me for dead.
This is my thanks for being able to repeat those last words. Thanks for this beautiful life. May I relax into the wonder of it all, the wow of it all, the incredible genius of it all.
I want to share the wow of it all with you. Wow heals. It heals by healing our spirit, by reconnecting us to life itself. May you relax in the wonder of it all.
I'm grateful to have you with me on this journey, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts, and insights on art and nature. May we marvel at the beauty of the world, even in the face of adversity.
With sincerity and gratitude,