(The cabin where Marcy wrote for three days.)
I was listening to a talk by Anthony De Mello the other day, and he pointed out that every mystic from every world religion comes to the same exact conclusion: All is well. And furthermore, all shall be well. (To use the wording attributed to Julian of Norwich.)
Monday, Marcy's grandfather was, what we call, actively dying (and he passed away yesterday morning). He was comfortable and had a long life (and he is and will be greatly missed). We were in that time of waiting. Marcy went to work. I told her I would cancel ballroom dance classes for that night.
She said no.
I went. I worried about her, but I also had...fun. I laughed. I felt the joy of dance.
She was right. There is no saying "no." Only "yes" is the appropriate response to this beautiful life.
Yes, yes, yes, to the rhythm of our breath.
Yes, yes, yes, to the last breath.
One final, long, and slow Yes, riding out of this life on Yes, just as we rode in, screaming it at the top of our fresh lungs.