I can’t find the elusive words – they slip away and fall upon the ground – to convey the Sacred magnitude of  John’s life and crossing. I received word – thanks to the kindness of Elliot – that John was finally released from the limitations of his body to soar upon his Star Journey. Years ago, a prescient moment, we were standing together in the Ashokan forest and John asked me to help hold the space for his crossing when that time came. Here we are.

I see his eyes, luminescent and overflowing with wonder, as he would crawl into the sweat lodge. And together with those gathered seen and unseen, we would send a voice of hope, of tender mercy and love into time and space. Here now, in this moment, the poetry of John’s Soul sings within our hearts and soothes a troubled world. I hear his full unmistakable laughter gently blessing each one of us.

From up here, in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, I’ll join John’s Memorial Ceremony with the Holy Prayer Pipe.

Beyond, Beyond, Beyond the Beyond, Beyond all understanding of what that means,

Hail to you The Traveller
With Love and respect,
Abiding Peace
                                                                                                            
Carl Big Heart