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Hello Dear Readers – I recently set up a new meet up group.  It will promote the dvd satsang gatherings which I am holding on the first Monday of each month.  Mostly these evenings will be to host the dvd satsangs of Adyashanti, but there will be occaisional showings of other non-dual teachers and I am open to suggestions from participants.  There is no cost, but a donation is welcome to help keep these evenings happening with fresh dvds.

If you are interested in coming, it will help to promote the meet up group and also to keep you informed if you sign up and rsvp to let me know you are coming.

The url I gave in the last post in not correct –  sorry, there was a bit of a mix up – the correct  url is

http://www.meetup.com/byron-bay-non-duality-group

I hope to see you here next Monday, when we are showing a satsang by Adyashanti from 2010 entitled “The Full Aliveness of Being” . (there is more information on this in the previous post)

I love these evenings, sitting with like-minded friends in stillness – I do hope you can join us – just let me know via the meet up group – or the contact page if you would prefer

With love, Grace

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There has been a great gift for me in being with my cat, Edward, through his illness and death.  From the time I knew he was dying I grieved deeply.  I found it hard to speak about it without sobbing, I cancelled all my clients and I just stayed with the process – with him and with myself for what turned out to be a week. My heart just hung open and there was a deep sweetness in the pain.  I was reminded of the wonderful Leunig’s poem – I dont recall it exactly, but it was about grief – letting your heart hang open, let the wind blow through it, the sun warm it, a stray dog lick it, and a bird to sing in it.  People in the street sensed the total unguardedness of the heart and smiled.  I told him I was OK, he could go.  I got homeopathics for all of us – including Maisie, the dog.  Still he stayed, unable now to smile at me, but still coming on wobbly legs for a cuddle.   By Monday it was clear that he was suffering, and I had a decision to make.  I had thought it was his own journey, a journey I could only take with him so far.  I wanted him to know for himself when his time had come, not be over-ridden by me.

By Tuesday, I just wanted him not to suffer any more.  People who loved him called in, some 10 in all – most calling round to say goodbye, not realising how close his passing was.  That was Edward – without his ever uttering a word, we all recognised the love that he was – not in any sentimental way, but in recognition of our own Essence, that which is our true nature.  He was often feisty, asking for what he wanted clearly, now I had to decide for him.  It was St. Valentine’s Day.  What a perfect day for a Lover to pass over – all that love in the air.  A dear friend called over spontaneously in the late afternoon –  and it was time.  I called the vet, asked if he would come here, to my home and graciously, with great heart, he agreed.  We sat on the back deck, in the beautiful light of the coming evening, the sun lighting the trees and the ocean, and he died peacefully in my arms. I felt calm and honoured.  I sat with him on my lap for half an hour or so.  There was tremendous energy moving through his body.  It vibrated into my hands and into my lap and continued for about 25 mins.  The whole house was full of love – a full, rich presence.

I laid him on his favourite chair, and my friend and I ate fish and chips!  Later we took him out to the garden to bury, but when we got there, I knew I wasn’t ready, so he went back to the chair where he stayed all night.  Maisie kept running round the house, looking at the ceiling …….. a bit freaked out!  The next morning, early, a couple of friends and I buried him – in his favourite spot in the garden.  We sang, read poems, laid flowers and cried.  We lit candles and incense and later this week, I threw some sunflower seeds where he is buried – I hope they grow with big shiny, smiling faces!

I found this quote by Eckhart Tolle

“I have known three Zen masters in my life, and all of them were cats”

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On tuesday, I came home from 5 days away.  My dog  Maisie had gone to stay with a good friend while I was gone.  My beloved 18 year old Tabby cat, Edward, stayed at home, while a whole team of friends who loved him, came by several times a day to feed and pet him.  On Tuesday morning, I got a call from my friend to say Edward wont come out from under the couch.  I laughed.  When I got home in the afternoon, I found a sick and bewildered cat.  A trip to the vet, and he was diagnosed with kidney failure.  Blood tests showed a urea level of 91.  The normal level is 3-10.  Most cats die at about 25.  He was dying – the vet couldn’t understand that he was still alive.  I was grief stricken.  That evening I had a new Calling in The One group starting.  I couldnt stop the flow of tears…. and in that vulnerability, hearts opened in the group and people connected in a way that might have taken much longer.  Today is Saturday and Edward is still alive, very weak, wobbly and confused, but still connecting with me with love and a light in his eyes.  He is not eating or drinking.  I have told him I will be OK and that he can go when he is ready.  I have been thinking about what this rare, gentle, intuitive and aware Being has meant to me and I wrote a memorial for his grave.  Here it is.

Edward – Rare, Aware Cat and Extraordinary Being of Light

My companion, friend and spiritual teacher.

He taught me about acceptance –  To be peaceful with whatever is –  or isn’t.

He taught me about love – to smile and purr and connect deeply – to love and accept everybody just as they are, to cuddle, to touch and to love being touched –and to be grateful. His gentle spirit and charm always won hearts.

He taught me about Presence – to live in a state of deep, peaceful awareness, effortless ease, and magical Presence- and to be happy for no good reason at all. He was always right here, right now with a wisdom deeper than my understanding and a purring peacefulness. I could just fall into his eyes.

He taught me about fun – to be ready to play and enjoy whatever is happening.  To go from total rest to warp speed in a nanosecond – and to never underestimate how fast he was! And oh! – what a footballer he was – his fancy footwork was an art to behold.

He taught me to ask for what you want, clearly and cleanly

And he taught me about complaining – by never, never complaining – even though his hips must have been painful for most of his life, and towards the end, through his quiet acceptance of the illness that took his life.

I love you Dear Edward. You will always be in my heart. Maisie and I will miss you more that I can say – as will all your friends who love you and who have recognised who you are.

Fly free and joyful dear One

“I have known three zen masters in my life, and all of them were cats”  Eckhart Tolle

I love this poem by Dr Bernard Gunther, about his cat, “Rumi”

swami rumi ..    is a yogi

aways ..stretching …yawning …breathing… meditating …in harmony

he is unity .. the infinite…formless..no one

playing form …fur fun

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