August 28
The second time George saw me, he said, “You are loved and encompassed by George. Something about your energy really draws me to you.”
“Thank you,” I said. At the Intensive, George found me nearly every day and said loving things to me, which were completely genuine and made me smile. One night, after our evening chant/dance/trance, I sat next to George for the closing meditation. He was a hugger, so I put my arm around him. He said, “Thank you,” and leaned his head against mine. We were both in heaven. As we breathed into the silence, I realized that George’s child-like, genuine, wise love was reflecting myself back to me. George’s energy was pure, present love.
Later, I learned that George has beginning Alzheimer’s. He also spent his life in a spiritual tradition that focuses on love and service. What he remembers now is the love. An hour of singing, dancing and reveling in sacred chant opened me up to myself and the love that is ever present.
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