Jordana

Jordana.

Being at your wedding this past summer was the biggest recalibration towards joy my heart has experienced in years, since living in Israel with you.

The way you walk the path of "good," of honest and simple and real, authentic, deep joy, is such deep medicine for me.  Me who, for reasons I'm still exploring, is attracted to suffering and complexity.  Being in your company is a remembering.

Seeing, and more importantly, feeling how you love Itamar.  It feels real--like a plant I can see growing in the earth in front of me.  Feels real like a real and good thing, with real smells and real sounds when it's brushed and shaken in the wind.  Something I can wrap my arms around.  The community that gathered for your wedding felt like a remembering.  Real people, with real feelings, who I could see and be seen by.  After 3 days in Vancouver, I could actually feel my body more, feel my feet walking on the floor.  Just the remembering .... oh, here I am.

At the end of the reception, Itamar was giving blessings to everyone.  He pulled me aside in the lobby and said: 'Megan, you are so insecure.  I came from so much dark, from the darkest of the dark, and now I'm here.  So much light is possible. Just let it go.'

And with the depth with which I trust your goodness, my heart trusted: the dark clouds around my heart parted just a little bit, just a crack of fresh air and bright light--  ...This is possible.  And I'm good.  I'm a good person, and I deserve light and happiness.

I am so immensely grateful for the journey we've already been on, and for the re-weaving I know we're still to walk.

I'm so excited to ACTUALLY meet Wesley.
Grateful for the short hair example you set for me.

Grateful for and so happily nostalgic about our nature party rompings.
Grateful for all the incredible offerings of generosity to share in your home.
Grateful for the consistent support and love I feel from you.
Grateful for the little gchats saying hello, even when I'm floating around.
Grateful for how you love to support and mentor younger humans.
Grateful for how stylishly you put yourself together.
Grateful for the place in your eyelashes that you once had chicken pox.
Grateful for how much you love your mother.
Grateful for how much you revel in Itamar's growth.
Grateful for how loyal you are.

May our journey continue and deepen in an ever more intimate spiral.
I love you mama lady.
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