I remember his heart, how touched by the way he, and we, were held and truly loved that weekend, and in general.
Something in particular I remember David confiding in me after the passing of his mother, communicated with such a tender heart, was that he was so pleased her last month was spent "going receptive".... receiving her community, welcoming the gifts, becoming humble and supported by the hardy and compassionate residents of her small town, Silverton. He continued, that it filled his being knowing she had that good month.
His only regret; was that she didnt get to be in that "wash" of reciprocity longer (her community and the world allowed the chance to offer back and recognize all her contributions) ... if only she'd spent several months in that experience. To really let it transform her and bless her.
It was important to him
And here is this sun-lit image of a man, letting in the regard, earned respect and softest softest love-waves one could ask for.
One of the first times I met David was on this property, an enchanted place. He met the stewards of this land years before and they offered him their "barn" to teach in. He thought "BARN...?" and then pictured the worst. When he was actually in the space, he soon learned the barn they were referring to was/is a temple space, a heavenly white lofty place, a retreat overlooking cottonwoods-surrounding-a-coi-filled-pond-laced-with-flowers-and mosses-place. Well that was the beginning of a long love, regenerated each and every time he would come to town, offer teachings, feel the love, and travel on along.
Well magical places like this don't just sit there, being sweet for the fun of it...
It constantly infuses and "twitterpates" (a David LaChapellian term he invented long before Twitter)... where was I?.....
oh yes, the land was twitter-pated long enough to bring two familiar souls together (again).
For it was here, we first really talked. We walked, "remembered" our connection. And it was here we returned (after a year of living in a house in town then moving into storage to travel) over and over again to stay for extended periods with Warren and Suzanne. A little family was formed and we took care of each other in small ways.
In June David and I learned that Warren's liver was working hard on cancer. And on July 11, in the earliest of the quiet hours his being merged with Existence, his body died and the life of his beloved changed instantly.
When we found out, David and I drew pause-breaths, held the love they shared, the joy, creativity and beauty Warren brought the world, and Suzanne's heart letting him go.
When I think back on the proximity of dates these wise and important men passed (and there are the others choosing these times to serve, I believe, from close co-existing dimensions) it could be that Warren aided David possibly... offered tender guidance... that an unchanging thread of existence lives on and that he was safe, is safe, to let go.
We all believe differently about "the other side", I offer my own spin from observation, intuition and initiation. Just another curious moment in witnessing this complex universe of ours. Ananda