Contact: Bob <3

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ॐ त्र्यम्बकम् यजामहे सुगन्धिम् पुष्टिवर्धनम् ।उर्वारुकमिव बन्धनान् मृत्योर्मुक्षीय माम्रतात् ।।

In my cell phone, under contacts, I have a special phone number listed as “Bob <3”

The person this number belongs to fills my heart with enough love to change the shape of many countries.  He is not a family member, he is not my age, he is not a love interest, or a celebrity, he is not someone I’ve known all my life, he is not just any man.  He is, Bob ❤

Let me tell you all of the things he is.

He is an old soul.  A soul that is comically inclined and witty to the nine.  His opinion of “those sons of bitches”, whoever he so feels inclines to include in this category (usually some government party), makes you believe his opinion is fact.  And as you laugh with him, you know he’s right.

He appreciates beauty.  Beauty whether it be in a kind word, a thoughtful action, or a beautiful woman.  Never asking for much, yet seeing so much in the people he surrounds himself with.  This is what makes his life beautiful, he sees things for what they are, yet remembers the beauty in all walks.   He himself is beautiful because of this.  But I don’t think he realizes.

As an out-there, yoga-living, meditating, buddhist-catholic, hippie, different-kind-of-girl, I connect deeply with mindfulness.  No one is more mindful than Bob.  His home is as neat as his words.  All of his belongings just seem so meticulously well kept.  Watching him prepare meals, he seems  thoughtful to what he is doing.  He is the living act of mindfulness.

Bobs got a bit of a temper on him, I’ll say.  If you so much as move the trash the wrong way, on a bad day, you’ll know it.  I never wanted to show that I was giggling under my breath when he had a grumpy moment.   I giggled because I think it’s adorable someone can be so passionate about trash.  Passionate people melt my heart, regardless of their passion.  Passion is a zest for life, it is being alive.  I love seeing him so alive.

This is a man of war and heartache.  He served for our country until they told him he couldn’t anymore.  His life should have been taken on many accounts, but God left this angel for us to adore.  Angels don’t always come off as kind folk.  They teach us lessons, and share stories we don’t always want to hear.  Why?  Because after the story we know they were talking about us, and as they look toward us, with their chin tilted down, eyes looking up at us, they give us a look that says “you know why.”

Bob is a fighter.  As his health becomes more and more topsy-turvey there is only one thing I can think to do.  First, feel embraced by love, imagine it fully and completely surrounding you.  What color is it?  Now, take even an ounce of that love and send it to Bob.  Whether you are apart of his family, a friend, or you do not know him, he has loved you.  Through his service in the United States Marine Corp, have faith in me to trust that he has loved you all.  I know this for a fact.

So what role does Bob play in my life?

I met him once, but knew I met him lifetimes ago.  He welcomed me into his home when I was visiting my friend.  This was much more than just welcoming someone into your home as a house guest.  It was reconnecting with an old friend.  An old friend that you didn’t know how you knew them, you just trusted that you did.  If you believe in past-lives, he and I must have been great friends.  I have such a love and gratefulness for having him come into my life, even if it may be toward the end of his.  He isn’t one of those people that dies.  He stays with you forever.  His voice never leaves.  His stories carry on.

Today he has been placed into Hospice care.  He lives 11 hours away from me, but I have sent him healing reiki energy everyday, never accepting that he is ill.  And I won’t ever except that he is ill.  He is perfectly sound in mind and spirit.  Nothing can quiver his spirit, and nothing can break his mindfulness of being alive and in this moment.

I am writing at this time because I have always been a writer.  That meaning, when I feel I need to write, I must write.  Sort of like a musician needing to play music.  I need to have these thoughts I’ve held onto since I met Bob be expressed and sent into the universe as a thank you for sending us Bob.

I’ve been through turmoil in my life, as we all have.  From addicts and alcoholics, to suicides, and those in psychosis, I have survived.  A large part of my survival was for the blessing of regaining my perspective on what “family” is.  Family is anyone you can feel, anyone you just know you love and care for, and who does the same in return.  It need not be romantic or blood related, you can feel true family in your bones.  Family is who you allow to share you on whatever level family means to you.  I’ve found deeper meaning of family in complete strangers than I have my own blood.

I love you Bob, you are family, you are a loved one of mine, you have changed my life.  Thank you.

This sanskrit, vedic chant below has been one I have identified most with for years.  It is said that by chanting it, one is able to send healing energy anywhere in the world.  May it bring healing vibration through our cosmic universe to my loved ones.  Om Shanith,  -DC

ॐ त्र्यम्बकं यजामहे
सुगन्धिं पुष्टिवर्धनम्
उर्वारुकमिव बन्धनान्
मृत्योर्मुक्षीय मामृतात् ॥

(Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra)

Om Tryambakam Yajaamahe
Sugandhim Pussttivardhanam
Urvaarukamiva Bandhanaan
Mrtyormukssiiya Maamrtaat ||

About Sara Dawn

I teach yoga, meditation, nutrition. I am also an intuitive trauma specialist that uses the Completion Process. I practice Reiki and love sports. I love to travel. Overall, the work I take part in, is to help others heal themselves naturally. =)

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