I woke this morning with Tiger tucked alongside me and realized he’s been grieving the passing of his sister Bella, and today it seems we both came to peace.
I thought of the words of Albert Einstein: “Energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another,” and so Bella is here in another form.
Robert Bly has passed away at the age of 94. What an amazing man. I remember being at Asilomar for a workshop and I walked by his workshop that was intended for men, but he waved his hand and invited me in.
I love his translation of Basho’s poem, and today with his passing though the temple bell has stopped, “the sound keeps coming out of the flowers”.
The temple bell stops–
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.