If you are the praying type, send a little light in the direction of Rusty's grandfather and his family.
After two strokes and two years, his kidneys have failed and he will be transitioning soon. I stayed home to take care of everything. Rusty is there with him, and with Granny, to give her support. I sent a smooth, round, dark gray river stone with Rusty. I had just unearthed it today, before I got the news. I held it in my hands, it was cool and it immediately brought me to the river...
It probably originated from The Great Smoky Mountain National Park. I have always brought home a stone or rock from places I have visited. For me, they bring back the energy on that place, and how I felt there. It is a sacred place.
To me, rivers are the most amazing bodies of water that exist. They come from a source, a single drop of water or smaller, where they are born. Rivers have a destination, a place to flow and go. They pass by the mountains and fields, and some polluted places too. Rivers have carved out their path here on earth. Sometimes the river bed is low, and sometimes it floods it's banks. Rivers always carry a life force that never ends... it just flows into the great sea, waiting to be born again..
So representative of our human journeys.
Boompa is a deeply religious man. Quiet, wise and kind. A salt of the earth kind of guy. I know Jesus will be there for him. Like an old friend waiting for his believer, a shining example of god's handiwork.
I hope he can feel the river in the rock I sent, as he makes his final journey to the Great Sea.
See you later Boompa.