Lucky

We don't think we are anything special. A friend of mine once said "The harder I work the luckier I am." We are lucky.

We have been hearing from you our friend and readers what a special thing Mike and I have and it is humbling to hear this from you. Today this email came from our friend Sharon and I am taking it on good faith that she won't mind my sharing it with you because it is a beautiful tribute.

We are lucky to have all of you in our lives and we are extremely grateful for all the love and care you have shown us. Tomorrow we start on an incredible journey. A journey that won't come without pain and difficulty. But because we have you to share our load with it will be a little easier.

Keep tuned to the blog and I will update you as I can and as always keep us in your thoughts and prayers in these next few days.

Peace and lots of love,

Karen

Email from Sharon

I know these people ~ miss them exquisitely ~ they’re quite an amazing couple that have amazing journeys together.  And they have shared many of them with me in many ways—words, silence, photos, laughter, tears, food, drink, and most of all love.  To be in their presence is to be in the presence of some of the most raw and intense love I’ve been witness to.  And I’ve learned much … by watching/experiencing them navigate their relationship living in a tepee –- figuring out how to keep things dry, warm, cold, how to BE, separate and together, in a small, round area with no doors (physically) to shut, yet keeping emotional/psychic doors open – even having to sometimes push hard on those doors, with love.  Then there’s all those amazing, carefully orchestrated but nevertheless beautifully flawed (cuz nothing is perfect, and yet it is), trips through the BWCA.  They paddle, portage, set up camp, tear down camp, cook, write, take photos, catch dinner; sometimes in cold rain, sometimes in warm sunshine; slogging through and gliding through.  They are a well-oiled, so to speak, team that works well together in all types of situations.  They have systems, a rhythm, a love, that gets them through it all.  They always, even facing daunting odds, figure it out.

They sow, grow and reap, they honor, shoot and butcher, they bless, tap and boil, and they gaze into one another’s eyes/souls with sacred adoration that is truly a sight to behold.  And now their current journey ~ the cancer/ostomy fucking deal.  I know they will figure this one out too.  But WHY?  And HOW?  I don’t know these answers.  What I know is that they will.  They will figure it out.  With laughter and tears and silence and screams and rants and tenderness and honor and LOVE.  For they have that kind of love, and courage and strength. 

Dearest Mike and Karen, I adore you both, want to hug you gently and long. And one day in the not-too-distant future I will physically do that.  Until then, in my thoughts, prayers, dreams, deep and safe in my heart, I hold you dearly.  Thank you for gracing my life.  Sharon