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Many years ago a man showed up at a yard sale we were having and purchased from us some Pink Floyd stickers, chatting amiably over the other treasures. Or, as another memory has it, our friend Alana introduced us. Whichever way it was, several days later he passed by and on seeing each other we simultaneously questioned 'Mike?'. Nope. He's Steve and I'm Rob, but 'Mike' then became a suffix for any of the friends that frequented our house. One of my favorite Thanksgivings happened in that house and with the Mikes. It was vegetarian, mostly because Steve-Mike was a practicing vegetarian at the time and the rest of us aspired to be so. I don't remember the full spread, but it included stuffed acorn squash and enough food to make us too happy, but thankfully un-tryptophanned. And no football. A most delightful meal.
Steve-Mike graduated with a Master's degree in French Language, moved from Utah and after a few years we lost contact with each other. We believed he was somewhere in Arizona. He was/is, and about two weeks ago Geo received a message from Steve-Mike, and the gladsome news that he would be in Utah for some covenant making and would we attend? Absolutely! And there he was, dressed in white. Then that exquisite metaphor of death and rebirth and it's accompanying gift. Then food, an introduction to the handsome Darian Arjuna—Steve-Mike's son, sweet company and a gift from Steve-Mike of songs.
What a panoply of jewels God has in his children. Steve-Mike was born I don't know where and I'm not sure he actually knew until he was about 27 and his parents had passed away. He, on cleaning the house, found an envelope addressed to his cousin containing his—Steve-Mike's—adoption papers. He was adopted? Many answers came in that envelope, though not a whole lot of healing.
After the revelatory envelope he wandered the deserts, meditated, prayed, focused on light and energy, explored ideas and ideologies, sought light and love, sought healing and home. Maybe this was driven in part by a now explained loneliness that started in his earliest years, Maybe he's just naturally a quester. Probably the first awakened the latter—that seems to be how most of us get anywhere really worthwhile; a crisis awakens our hidden potential. In all this reaching for understanding he began to have visions, the kind that come through a voice and a guitar. He's had the sense to share them and in sharing them he's been blessed with more. Here's one I recorded yesterday and share with you.
Keep sharing, Steve-Mike.
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