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, October 4, 2007

Dawn Nelson

Being at an Annual Intensive at Isis Oasis without Bruce Noble was a new experience for me. Although I've been involved in other kinds of courses held at Isis, never had I mastered, monitored or participated in an Enlightenment Intensive in that space without Bruce being on the premises. I truly missed his presence. . . though every once in awhile in my mind's eye I had a glimpse of him over in a corner hunkered down under that ancient and tattered brown blanket he used to wrap himself in, saw him sitting in a chair waiting to welcome his next partner with his exquisite attention and love or heard his laugh echoing through the trees. . . I remembered one dyad in particular with Bruce when he was experiencing who he was as "No thing" his awareness of this deepening as the dyad went on. The first thing my next dyad partner said on her turn was "I feel so sorry for that man who thinks he's nothing!" The memory makes me laugh and cry and bow in gratitude.
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