Memorial Gathering

On April 22, about 30 people gathered at Dawn's and Barry's house in Walnut Creek for the purpose of remembering Bruce Noble and celebrating the life that he lived. Some of us had not seen each other in many years, a few of us had never met. All of us had some connection to Bruce, and through him, to each other. The sun was shining, though rain had been predicted. We walked up to the amazing oak tree and settled ourselves in its long welcoming branches which provided seating at various levels. Poems were read--some from people unable to join the gathering--memories from over the years were shared, stories were told. I think Jeff Love pretty much summed it up when he stood, stretched his arms toward the sky and shouted out "We love you Bruce!" Osha had Bruce's ashes in a large container and those who wished to took a handful and scattered them around the magnificent tree or took some with them to scatter or bury elsewhere. We walked back down to the house to share the food, sitting in small groups indoors and outdoors to continue sharing both humorous and poignant remembrances of our contact with Bruce. Osha read aloud the Zen story of the 10 Bulls which Bruce had always loved. It was a sweet day.

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Friday, February 9, 2007

Andrea Boone

I had heard about Bruce before I met him, because my husband Carl had known him for years, as old Abilitist intensive-goers together. I was a little bit scared of him, he was so big, so booming, so open! I wasn't sure what he'd do next; could be anything.

But what he did was great. We were at an intensive in Oakland. It was maybe my 4th intensive. He wasn't my partner, but was in the dyad next to me. My partner started hitting on me during his turn in a really obnoxious way, and Bruce, when it was his turn, began talking about how annoyed he was at the jerk next to him who wasn't following the technique, and was violating the rules. Of course, Bruce was violating the rules too, but I felt protected and cared for in a way. My partner shut right up, and afterwards, when I thanked Bruce, I got the first of any of his big bear hugs.

He was around our family from time to time, always bringing so much love. Some of his ideas were way out there! But what a big heart. I felt sad seeing his life become less and less viable on the outer. Being homeless part of the time, he told us that he would just go among the other homeless people, doing what he could to help them wake up to the truth of Being. Like a divine fool, a hidden master that nobody but us intensive-goers would recognize. He had a thing for rescuing women in distress as well; he would bring over the latest from time to time.

Bruce, thank you for your life, for your presence in the world. It has added greatly to the whole, and knowing you, I'm sure that you will be working just as hard for the enlightenment of all beings, from the other side.

Blessed be,

Andrea Boone
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