I got news yesterday that my friend and former colleague succumbed to cancer. She was only 59.…a number very close to my heart. I can still hear her laughter….a finer legacy I could not hope to leave.
As a result, my senses feel heightened today. Life is more clearly in focus…I feel more attuned to sights, smells, the sense of joy and beauty around me, almost like time has been suspended. It was a perfect day, almost as if it were being orchestrated by non-physical energy, celebrating the return of one of their own.
It was a day for basking. A day of consideration and contemplation. A day of conscious living, savoring each moment. How would each of those five senses look, taste, smell if I were sensing them for the last time?
The sight of the frilly sunbrellas, their edges ruffling in the sea breeze, with the frilly clouds overhead to match, followed by tempestuous clouds forming all around me, then moving out to sea as if not wanting to dampen my spirits.
The feel of the frothy seafoam on my face and through my hair as I duck below the cresting waves, coming up as the wave has moved over my head, leaving behind an effervescence of tiny soft bubbles dissipating on my skin.
The taste of the tiny lavender buds baked into my Lavender Honey Scone, chased down by a perfectly blended, sun-warmed Latte.
And at the end of the day? A celebratory toast to the memory of my colleague as she “crosses the bar.”
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.