Dear Patients, Family and Friends~ 

I went to an inspiring event today that I wanted to share with you; the funeral of James Baker-Jarvis. To me Jim was the father of Duff, one of my son Orion's friends since high school. I hardly  knew Jim, but wanted to represent my family (Orion is in CA at his dad's) and hold the energy of love in the midst of the sorrow that this family and friends were experiencing...and Jim was my age...too young to have life already over, which was very striking to me.

Jim was driving with his wife home from Boulder last Saturday, when a freak accident happened; a big branch, blown by the strong winds that day, went through their windshield and into Jim's chest. He managed to maneuver the car safely to the side of the rode, where he died in the arms of his wife, Karen. What is mystery this life is - there is nothing else that I can say. All this leaves me contemplating, but I'm not sure what, exactly. Certainly the impermanence of this thing called 'life'.

And since I wasn't close to Jim, it was beautiful to hear his family and friends relate anecdotes of how their lives had touched. I feel like I know him so much better now; isn't that ironic? And his passing also gave me the gift of really being in the moment, with 200 others who were also very present for Jim, his family and friends.

When the service ended, Jim's brother-in-law Robert, lead the group to the church for a reception; Robert was dressed in full Highland regalia and playing the pipes - from the front of the chapel, down the street 3 blocks to the church...200 people following the piper playing Amazing Grace, with the snow gently beginning to fall. I had chills, but not from the cold.

 Counting  our blessings,  Sid and Amber