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Celebrating the life of David LaChapelle

Celebrating the Life of David LaChapelle: Visionary teacher, see-er of souls, wisdom keeper and devoted follower to the great stillness. Friend to many. Dream coach, author, publisher and speaker. Chanter, painter, builder, philosopher and patriarch. His body let go. His gifts live on...

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Monday, September 14, 2009

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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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