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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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Edrid

Bruce's passing took me by surprise. I first met Bruce nearly 40 years ago. Over the years, we got to know each other very well, in many situations, but mostly from sitting across from each other at Enlightenment Intensives. At well over 100 EIs, he doggedly pursued self-enlightenment and love-enlightenment. There was a unique flavor in his process. Many people heard him say, "I am Divine me" as he would touch deeply into his self experience. We can all recall his long episodes of laughter, sometimes a little freaky, booming out through the Intensive floor, triggering a wave of mirth from the rest of the group. As an open listener, he knew no peer. Sometimes he went to crazy wisdom places that were hard to comprehend, but at all times, his big, burly, generous love would come bursting through. He'd hug me and I'd feel like a frog in the hand of a big kid, squeezed, and eyes bulging a little.
I'll miss him, as, undoubtedly, many will. When I heard that he had died, I was on my way to a workshop evening called "Awakening from the dream." I'm thinking that Bruce is having the great good fortune of awakening from the dream. In my reflections on him now, he seems to be reporting back from the other side that "all is well".
May Bruce have every blessing from here on out.
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