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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Thursday, February 8, 2007

Barry Evans

Oh man, Bruce Noble, found dead in a van—poignant, sad, perfect. He couldn’t just die, just like he couldn’t just live.

Bruce was always larger than life for me. Here he was, at Origin I think, doing his “I am Divine Me” thing, then, this sort of conspiratorial aside to me as his listening partner: “There’s more, I know there’s more!” I laughed and laughed, and still do, as I write this. Who else would be touching the divine and insist there’s more?

Another time I was struggling with The Technique (ah, The Technique!), during the afternoon question period, asking my usual dumb-shit questions, trying to figure out what the hell the Master was talking about, when Bruce, who in my experience had never previously spoken during the Q&A time, suddenly boomed out, “If I’d followed the technique, I’d never have had a direct experience.” Which was just, exactly, what I needed right then.

Crazy wisdom, someone said. Amen. Thanks Bruce for letting me share your craziness.

Barry Evans
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