This hunk of marble in the picture at left was given to me by my sculptor friend, Be. It sat in my yard for the entire 10 years but I have lived in Black Mountain until last week when my friend Ed came and brought me a huge stone he had pulled from the river below Chimney Rock. He enlisted the help of an ex-Marine friend, and together they hauled it into Ed's car. When Ed wheeled it into my yard on a dolly, we pulled it into the back where I had a vision of making a meditation garden to honor Corey: a place to sit quietly and contemplate being with what is.
Ed used levers to move the marble piece in place. Standing there in the yard alone, it looked too much like a tombstone, and I began to envision a red planter there with a beautiful green tree growing from it.
The next day, my aunt gave me a gift certificate for the local garden shop, owned by a wonderful young woman about the age of my daughter, and two new friends also gave me a gift certificate for the garden shop. Today I found the red planter I had imagined, picked out a graceful evergreen, bought the proper planting soil and began creating the meditation garden as the sun lowered in the sky.
Another friend spent several hours helping me clear out the back porch so I can paint the back of the house a bright happy white. Another has gifted me with veggies from her garden, and fresh milk that heals me from the inside out. Several friends brought or sent flowers or potted plants, which constantly remind me that life springs forth from death. A few folks have stopped by just to give me a hug, and those warm shoulders are a soothing balm.
So many people are lifting us up in prayer, holding us and holding Corey in the light, and to you I offer my deepest gratitude. Your love and support helps me create beauty during this very difficult time. Thank you to all who are lifting us up. You bring new life onto the horizon.