by Anna Huckabee Tull
Each month, for the first twelve months after Marie Pechet’s passing, I will carry her Blog forward, sharing about Marie in ways that I hope you will find meaningful, connective, and honoring of our shared friend.
I was visiting with Marie’s mother-in-law recently. She has become a good friend.
We were looking through pictures on her computer and we stumbled upon this collection of shots of Marie and her family, all from, essentially, the same moment. Not so very long ago.
For me, it was like discovering a little oasis of magic in the middle of my loss of Marie. There she was! Alive. Vibrant. Surrounded on all sides by love. I felt at once relieved and excited to see it.
I can’t help thinking about that thing Marie was always talking about with me, and in her blog: The wonder of a single, awake moment. The ability to know that something sacred is happening, as it is happening.
These photos speak to me of closeness. Of ease. Of harmony. Of love. And of something sacred.
I invite YOU to stop for a moment and ask yourself this question:
Whose love can I feel?
You might have to close your eyes.
You don’t have to have anyone right next to you to feel love, although that’s always nice when it happens.
That said, sometimes, when there is no one next to you at all, it sort of clears the space and makes it possible for you to just hold still and f-e-e-l……..not so much think about “Whose love should I be feeling?” but rather, just…….”Whose love DO I feel, right now, if I really stop to notice?”
Whose love do I feel, when I stop and hold still? Whose love do I let in? What does it feel like when I block the love that is coming at me? What does it feel like when I lower my guard, trust the moment, and dare to feel loved?
It’s not always easy to let love in – even when you want to. Even when it’s right there next to you, warm as an embrace, close as a hand or an arm next to yours.
I think Marie worked very hard, before she left, to leave love for each of us, in all the forms she knew how. She was creative about it. She was consistent about it. She placed her love, carefully, thoughtfully, into recurring themes and messages.
Look around, she seemed to be saying. See what’s here right now. See how delightful and quirky and magical and worth seeing it all is…
Maybe it’s her love you feel, when you stop and close your eyes. Maybe it someone else’s. With any luck, maybe it’s a whole host of people.
Whoever it is, I am feeling grateful today for those who work consciously to put their hearts out there. And grateful to those who keep opening and re-opening their hearts, in order to feel.
I feel so relieved that even now, six months in, I can feel Marie’s love.
I can actually still feel it.
And that is a magical blessing indeed.
~Anna Huckabee Tull