Calendar Girl Blog: What You Know
Neighbours Sarah, Ahren and Aimee joined me for a heart making evening last night. We now have at least 1,300 construction paper hearts ready to be set free at this Saturday's memorial for our friend Henry Kock.
T'was a lovely, fun, creative exercise for four fully functioning adults to dive into. The box filled with paper scraps is as delightful as the one brimming with heart.
I learned something significant today.
A friend asked me how I knew what to do as I helped Henry die. I answered, that it was intuitive.
Now I realize that that was only part of the answer.
Everything I currently know, has been taught to me by others, be they human, animal or other species of the natural world. The knowledge package that I have is unique to me, but the purveyors of that knowledge number in the millions.
When I urged Henry to follow my breathing with his, this idea was not uniquely mine. I have studied breath work and meditation with dozens of people. I simply used the skill that I had learned.
When Henry's forehead burned hot, the ice cloth I applied was the ice cloth my mother applied my fevered brow as a child.
When I rested my hand gently on his neck, offering support, it was thanks to the touch of my many massage therapists over the years.
The intuitive part was the when, not what.
Calendar Girl realizes that she is much more than what meets the eye. We all are.
Calendar Girl
Tags: Henry Kock
T'was a lovely, fun, creative exercise for four fully functioning adults to dive into. The box filled with paper scraps is as delightful as the one brimming with heart.
I learned something significant today.
A friend asked me how I knew what to do as I helped Henry die. I answered, that it was intuitive.
Now I realize that that was only part of the answer.
Everything I currently know, has been taught to me by others, be they human, animal or other species of the natural world. The knowledge package that I have is unique to me, but the purveyors of that knowledge number in the millions.
When I urged Henry to follow my breathing with his, this idea was not uniquely mine. I have studied breath work and meditation with dozens of people. I simply used the skill that I had learned.
When Henry's forehead burned hot, the ice cloth I applied was the ice cloth my mother applied my fevered brow as a child.
When I rested my hand gently on his neck, offering support, it was thanks to the touch of my many massage therapists over the years.
The intuitive part was the when, not what.
Calendar Girl realizes that she is much more than what meets the eye. We all are.
Calendar Girl
Tags: Henry Kock
posted by Sue Richards at 6:56 PM
1 Comments:
This morning I just stumbled upon news of Henry's passing and I am sad. During my 20 years in Guelph I would often see him walking in the arboretum or across campus or riding his bike (everywhere). It wasn't hard to recognize him! He seemed to me to be such I lovely man,though I never knew him. Your last several entries have been a wonderful tribute to him. May he and all his loved ones have peace.
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