Suria 8/27/71-9/11/01

suriaI’ll never forget the morning, only months before her death, when she taped a hair to the bathroom mirror with a note. In her big gorgeous calligraphy she had written: “MY FIRST GRAY HAIR.” There’s more to this story–in some ways it’s the story of my life and of a soul family I’ve been traveling with for many lives–but fifteen years later it still doesn’t feel like I’ve earned the right to tell it. All I can say is every time I curse all the gray now mixed into my blonde, I flash on that note–her characteristic bemusement, her breezy assumption there’d be many more to come–and I cry. Suria.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy