Burning Man 2011. My Beloved husband Joe always wanted to go to Burning Man and for a variety of reasons never did. He died of cancer in my arms at our home. The experience of Last Breath with My Beloved, still my greatest teacher.
I placed his ashes in a beautiful gourd bowl that he grew, cured and finished. I scattered most of the ashes in special places but kept some with the intent that someday, some of my ashes would be mixed with his to be scattered. Then I arrived at the place where keeping some of his ashes in the gourd, which was in my china cabinet, seemed wrong. I knew he would not want that. It was time to release the last of his body.