I wrote the following about a chapel service at Star Island given by our dear friend Vivian. Vivian taught me that night to reach out to those in pain. They can decide whether to answer or not, but don't hesitate to reach out.
Now as another dear friend from Star has been moved to hospice, I am reminded of how important it is to reach out to those we love who are in pain and remember those who have died that we love.
Here is what I wrote that summer:
THE CHAPEL and VIVIAN
The Chapel creates magic, or rather we create magic often in the Chapel. The obvious magic is the lanterns we carry up the hill to hang and light up the inside. Also obvious are the stories told each night inside the Chapel. We all leave with a part of someone else, shared from the pulpit or from the audience.
This particular night was special; super-magic an extraordinary event that demonstrated the inner connected web which binds us all. We were traumatized a year ago by the news that Vivian had been diagnosed with bone cancer. Would I see her again? Would she come to Star again?
Yes, Yes, she did and she lit the Chapel up that night along with Tom. No lanterns were needed. Like a spider she connected all of us with the threads of her year and with her compassion, honesty, truth and wisdom. The Chapel had an aura, a moment so special and dear.
No one wanted to leave the Chapel, in case we might never see Vivian again. My first thought was that we could all sleep over in the Chapel. We finally did leave but not before our paths down the hill had been guided by Vivian, Tom and their story. Only on Star, and only in the Chapel. We are all connected by a web.
and the poem I also wrote:
The music was over
Long after we should have left the Chapel
Bodies were in pews
On the hill the lanterns were flickering
And spirits stayed connected by a fiber
As thin as a spider web
No on moved
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