Along This Week's Way...

 

 

...to tomorrow's red moon, I've found: gorgeous, colorful morning moons; stars; planets; constellations; and yes,...ANGELS.

It's been quite a week. There's no doubt that there are major energies moving around out there in the universe. All week has felt "high frequency" to me, with ranges and sways of moods and feelings.

 

 

I've tried to pay attention. You know something is going on, but you just can't put your finger on it. This week it was reflected in every morning sky. Orion is back for the fall/winter season. I love seeing him return. He always feels like an old friend to me. I noticed him in the sky for the first time this morning. 

 

I'm not sure if it was a star or a planet, but for the first time this morning I caught this guy just a little bit from the backyard.

 

 

The moon and the clouds were spectacular this morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But as you can see, there was great range and movement there too.

 

 

I didn't need my garden angels to remind me of all of the angels on my shoulders this week; two more got their wings. On Wednesday, Ron Gardner passed away. I'd worked with Ron during my brief stint in Dutch Morial's administration. One of the best parts of my days was when Ron would walk down that long aisle on the second floor and stopped in to say hello. He was always smiling, always charming, and brightened my day. I'm sure I wasn't the only one. He had a way of spreading joy and love in an environment that wasn't always full of those two things.

And then there's my friend, mentor, and personal champion-Russ Carll. I've written about Russ and Angela throughout the week. Early in the week, we'd found out that Russ had been moved to hospice. Russ passed around noon on Friday. Russ and Angela have been in my life ever since Angela interviewed me for my first job in New Orleans at the Coalition for Action. It's hard to believe that we are coming up on 40 years here soon. They've shared their lives, children, and friends with me. They've been to see me in France at least 3 times. We have many memories to share and cherish.

 

 

 

I still smile remembering the time that Russ told me: "You're a Renaissance Woman, Laury!" I didn't feel that way at the time, but over the years I've come to feel it, believe it, and wear it well. Russ could see the brightest shining lights in all of us, that we often couldn't see for ourselves. He had a gift. I'm going to miss him very much. My shoulders are a little heavier these days. I carry my angels proudly, and wear them well.

A bientot, my friends. You are always close in my heart!