...keeps growing. Especially this week.
Wednesday night: "finding god" and killer cows (a result of (1) eating beef as three folks from India sat at the next table and I continually made eye contact with one of the guys...thinking perhaps they were Hindu, instantly my guilt of eating their holy cow set in, and (2) eating garlic before bed...there you have it)
Thursday night: dreamt of trying desperately to visit my friend Mark before his death, which was actually two weeks ago...he was there, smiling, happy and glorious, as he was in his living years while I knew him...it was like seeing him in the flesh again, beautiful, radiant, positive...not enough words can express what an amazing person he was and always will remain in my memory and those of others...life would simply not be the same if I had never met him. I love you Mark, I miss you dearly, and I will always think of you from week to week - whether it be on my bike, in Whole Foods, eating granola, cooking with my cast iron pan, composting, trying out new couches...all of the above, mate, your love and spirit shine through them all.
26 June 2009
12 June 2009
Finally
I slept incredibly well last night, despite the circumstances and sad news of Mark's death. I was all cried out. Plus, it has been cooler than usual this week (being it's almost the middle of June, it's much too cool) and I actually put the down comforter back on my bed so I would feel safe and protected. It's not unusual to want to feel those things when an extremely emotional event has occurred...I even think I fell asleep dreaming about hugging my mom....
Even though I was feeling a bit ragged last night, I ended up going out for supper with a new friend of mine, Rishi. We went to a restaurant called Rasoi in Framingham. We ordered chili paneer and the house special chicken (it was cooked in a sweet, mango-flavored sauce with veggies). Of course there was basmati rice and we also had Peshawari naan, stuffed with raisins and nuts. Everything was tasty! After the meal started Rishi ordered two drinks called Mumatz Mahal...made with cranberry juice, vodka and mango juice. It was sweet and strong! The conversation was good and I learned a lot about Indian culture and Hinduism. A few years back (summer of 2003) I took a religion course at the community college, but can't seem to remember much about the religions we studied. I find Hinduism fascinating from what Rishi mentioned last night, and he has a great outlook on life (do good), practicing one's religion (go if you need guidance and focus) and "god" (where one might find god). When we left the restaurant it was POURING OUT...haha...and we grabbed hands and ran across the parking lot to the other side of the building where we had parked. It was like being a kid again and absolutely hilarious! :)
Today is another cool, rainy day...perhaps day #3 or 4 of this weather this week. I've got to run a few errands and will probably head to the shoppes nearby. Argh...gotta find shoes for work and had no luck yesterday. Well, I am off.... Cheers and have a wonderful Friday!
Even though I was feeling a bit ragged last night, I ended up going out for supper with a new friend of mine, Rishi. We went to a restaurant called Rasoi in Framingham. We ordered chili paneer and the house special chicken (it was cooked in a sweet, mango-flavored sauce with veggies). Of course there was basmati rice and we also had Peshawari naan, stuffed with raisins and nuts. Everything was tasty! After the meal started Rishi ordered two drinks called Mumatz Mahal...made with cranberry juice, vodka and mango juice. It was sweet and strong! The conversation was good and I learned a lot about Indian culture and Hinduism. A few years back (summer of 2003) I took a religion course at the community college, but can't seem to remember much about the religions we studied. I find Hinduism fascinating from what Rishi mentioned last night, and he has a great outlook on life (do good), practicing one's religion (go if you need guidance and focus) and "god" (where one might find god). When we left the restaurant it was POURING OUT...haha...and we grabbed hands and ran across the parking lot to the other side of the building where we had parked. It was like being a kid again and absolutely hilarious! :)
Today is another cool, rainy day...perhaps day #3 or 4 of this weather this week. I've got to run a few errands and will probably head to the shoppes nearby. Argh...gotta find shoes for work and had no luck yesterday. Well, I am off.... Cheers and have a wonderful Friday!
Resting in peace....
My friend Mark died yesterday.
Mark Louis Francis Nicholson.
Beautiful, kind, generous, motivated.
Genuine, truthful, wise beyond his years.
A speedy cyclist.
A meticulous furniture designer.
A wonderful husband.
Most of all, an incredible human being.
Not enough words can express the impact that knowing Mark had on my life. Every time I hop on my bike, I think of Mark. Every time I look at my garden or water my plants, I think of Mark. Every time I take the vegetarian option, I think of Mark. These are just a few examples of the daily parts of my life that remind me of someone so close to my heart.
Mark knew me...and we hardly lived together for long. He advised me...based on his intuitive knowledge of the person I am. He inspired me...in ways he never even knew.
Perhaps the next owl you or I see will contain Mark's spirit. Wise. Liberated. Patient. And perhaps there will no longer be any suffering for Mark and he will continue on with that positive nature of his that we all love so dearly. That smile. Those kind eyes. That really good hug.
I'm sure gonna miss you buddy...xoxo. Always.
Mark Louis Francis Nicholson.
Beautiful, kind, generous, motivated.
Genuine, truthful, wise beyond his years.
A speedy cyclist.
A meticulous furniture designer.
A wonderful husband.
Most of all, an incredible human being.
Not enough words can express the impact that knowing Mark had on my life. Every time I hop on my bike, I think of Mark. Every time I look at my garden or water my plants, I think of Mark. Every time I take the vegetarian option, I think of Mark. These are just a few examples of the daily parts of my life that remind me of someone so close to my heart.
Mark knew me...and we hardly lived together for long. He advised me...based on his intuitive knowledge of the person I am. He inspired me...in ways he never even knew.
Perhaps the next owl you or I see will contain Mark's spirit. Wise. Liberated. Patient. And perhaps there will no longer be any suffering for Mark and he will continue on with that positive nature of his that we all love so dearly. That smile. Those kind eyes. That really good hug.
I'm sure gonna miss you buddy...xoxo. Always.
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