For Joann

    What is it to die but to stand naked in the
wind and to melt into the sun?
    And what is it to cease breathing, but to free
the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise
and expand and seek God unemcumbered?

    Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall  you indeed sing.
    And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
    And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.

                  From 'The Prophet'   by Kahlil Gibran


Dearest Joann, how immensely blessed I am
to have had the opportunity to dance on this
earth with you.

Brad Nixon,
Netherlands