The Love of My Life | Lady Liberty, My Artist’s Date & Moksha

26 years, 5 months, and 7 days. I have been to the Statue of Liberty twice in my life. Maureen went once. The last time I went was with her. On both my trips across the water, in the ferry, I was nervous. On July 4th weekend of 1989, I was nervous because I had an engagement ring in my pocket, love in my heart, and a simple proposal bouncing around in my head. Today, I felt the same rush as I did in that summer of 1989. It was as if I had been transported back in time. However, this time my nervousness ebbed from a different place. I was a bit scared of the unexpected emotions that would rush over me as I walked Liberty Island and came back to the grassy spot below the pedestal where I had popped the question. Not unexpectedly, the emotions did surge as I sat there and listened to our songs, The Meeting by Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman and Howe, and Once in a Lifetime by the Talking Heads. The tears of joy and sadness flowed through my eyes but came from a deeper, more intense, more spiritual place from within me. They came from the same place within me where Maureen still lives. Death can not unyoke our love. We have always been connected by more than a ring. However, the symbolism of the ring is powerful, its connection back in and on itself, forever flowing, never ending, never starting, never stopping. Santiago’s journey from Paul Coehlo’s, The Alchemist, is a lot like that. My dear friend and Katelyn’s 2nd grade...

The Love of My Life | Thanksgiving, Yoga & Vinyasa

I was going through boxes. We spend the Thanksgiving holiday at home here in Texas. That was our tradition after the kids were born and remains our tradition as we traverse further into “year 2” since Maureen’s passing. As I noted in Embracing Uncertainty | India, Thanksgiving, and Cheryl, “I love Thanksgiving. Unlike Christmas, it is a quiet and reflective week and an awesome holiday. It is a day that we get to stop and just be.” The joy of relaxing means that you can go through things slowly, not rushing from one thing to the next, so I went through boxes. You know the ones. The boxes in which we save things. The boxes where we put pictures, various items for that scrapbook that never quite gets put together, lots of the kids’ work from their progression through grade after grade at school, and in our case, the many clothes and other items that were Maureen’s. As I lifted the lid off of another one of the bankers boxes from Office Depot, I pulled out yet another stack of manila folders. This box was different, though. This one had folders from when Maureen started her new job at Apple. For those that have been reading the Love of My Life for a while or know Maureen and I, you know we met at Apple in the late 1980s in Chicago. When I got to the back of the last folder, Maureen reached out and said hello. Being the last folder meant it had everything from when her job at Apple was starting. It was not the last but...