

Hi Ananda, thinking of you all in Yosemite enacting David's memorial service, and me here in solidarity in Alaska to the north at the intersection of Prince William Sound and the Copper River, two powerful pulse beats of Mother Earth. David's adventures with me in these realms was profound, and so you can be sure that these earth organs are also sending their respect and admiration for David's great spirit at this time.
I particularly remember the summer of 1989, during the Exxon oil spill, when David and I travelled thru Prince William Sound on the magical spirit vessel the Orca II--which David had been instrumental in helping bring into my life. Knight Island, the heart of the Sound, had opened its fjord arms to the flowing oil, and indeed more oil covered the shores of Knight Island than any other place.
In the spring, about a week after the spill began, I had been imagining the oil as some monster out there killing everything in the darkness--whale and otter, eagle and loon. But suddenly I had a revelation: what if the oil was as frightened as we were? Black blood of the Mother, drilled up out of its home deep in the earth and spilled onto a cold ocean, and where did it go? Straight into the open arms of the Heart of the place. That spring, when the oil was a foot thick on the beaches of Knight Island, you didn't know if you were walking over rocks or dead birds.
Late that summer, after David and I and others made a pilgrimage to Knight Island on the Orca II, David had a dream. In the dream he was rising up through a mist above the beautiful island, and the mist was the spirits of all the animals that had died. They said to David, "It's true, we haven't left yet because we have a message to deliver. And the message is love."
The oil spill happened on Good Friday, a traditional day of sacrifice. And after sacrifice comes resurrection. What truer way to remember David and his past and present and future incarnations: the message is love.
-- David Lynn Grimes
On Sep 16 2009, Julie Pigott wrote: Dear Madame- Please keep me on the list of wild ass women seeking deep spiritual connection through the cosmic vehicle containing in part, chocolate and caffeine!!
Much love to you in the weaving & untangling & creation of your lovely life. Blessings, Julie
From: ananda@jeffnet.org
Subject: Re: Yes!!!
Date: September 16, 2009 11:50:17 AM MDT
Subject: Blog for David La Chapelle
From: ananda@jeffnet.org
Date: September 16, 2009
To: Large mailing list
David La Chapelle, nationally known author, teacher and healer, passed away on July 21 at the age of 56, due to cancer. David co-founded Wellspring Partners in Health, Boulder's first holistic medical clinic. He became widely known in Boulder in the 1980's for his profound spiritual/psychological work with individuals and groups, including teaching at Naropa Institute and September School.
David taught nationally, including leading hundreds of wilderness retreats. He was an initiate of eastern spiritual traditions and of John Fire Lame Deer, Lakota Medicine Man. David's spiritual insights, unique healing abilities, and deep caring for his clients and students created a profound legacy of three decades of service. He was also a gifted artist and the author of many books.
David is survived by his devoted companion, Ananda Foley. A memorial service will be held in Allenspark on Sept. 12th. Donations for David's remaining medical expenses may be sent to Ananda Foley, P.O. Box 542, Silverton, CO 81433.
Date: September 15, 2009 9:24:42 PM MDT
To: ananda@jeffnet.orgDate: September 15, 2009
To: ananda@jeffnet.org
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09/12/2009
Auspicious
It's a rainy, chilly day in Boulder, with a sure whiff of Autumn in the air. My love and I have just returned from the sacred sanctuary of the natural world near Allenspark. We joined in circle there with a community of students, friends, loves, and strangers to a man named David LaChapelle. He was a beloved spiritual teacher of so many for decades. We celebrated him through this memorial on land he knew and on which he'd done vision quests.
Rain came down. We chanted, and laughed and cried. We told stories and sent blessing and appreciation up to him. Auspicious day - I notice how it rains at times like this, sacred days. His companion Ananda sang a song she'd written only this week. Her voice rang out with such sweetness - a gentle surprise. I thought the rain must surely be for her, as her lyrics spoke of flow, rain and birth, and cleansing. The moment the ceremony came to a close, before anyone even left the circle, the thunder began to roll.
We memorialized a brilliant soul. A circle of goodbyeing that was our container that held an abundance of love for him. He shone and taught a great, bright reflection of love to each of us in some way or another.
Endings and beginnings - I am so taken with them and their sameness. I am dearly enchanted by our connection, a constant thread between all of us, whether we see it or not and whether we choose to believe it or not. Beginnings and endings - initiations and completions; I find these to be my soul companions.
We came home frozen to the bone and wet and smelling of woodsmoke. Yum! Ah - and the hot bath welcoming us, enfolding our bodies and readying us into the evening of cuddles and chinese food with the children are all just as sacred to me as our Shiva chant.
Thank you David, for being connected and fanning this fire that is my family.
Peace, BJB
Posted at 06:10 PM
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