I was taking a hike in Wunderlicht Park in Woodside
and came upon a giant Douglas Fir tree with large
girth and black bark. I had, on a previous walk,
designated this tree as my own Bruce Noble Memorial
Tree. Today, I strongly felt contact with Bruce and he
was appearing there and he wanted to continue with me
on my hike. He wanted to know if that was OK: to leave
the tree. I told him to walk with me. I held out my
hand and he wanted to see and feel the world through
my eyes and body and I obliged. He could pass in or
out of my form fluidly. We talked telepathically. We
stopped for awhile to look out over a valley of
Redwood trees. I communicated that I sometimes felt
the presence of George Simon as being strongly in the
woods- deeply bonded with and one with the organic and
inorganic physical and spiritual layers of nature
itself. Its just something I "get" about another. Its
inexplicable, really. Somehow another can be felt or
experienced as the very substance of the structure of
life well beyond the personal...a moment later a
cartoon like version of Anna Nicole Smith appeared to
us beckoning with enticing large overflowing naked
breasts and giant smile. Bruce lit up, bid a farewell
"later man", waved and took off delightedly after Anna
Nicole. I shook my head smiled to myself and had the
cognition: we're all just passing through!
Love,
Mark
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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Monday, May 7, 2007
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