The merriment was, as it frequently is, way too short.
We returned to the craziness and realities of regular life. I am knee deep in a corporate knitwear design project, which is really fun, but in other areas of life, it feels kind of like the wheels are falling off the bus.
Mid-week we received the news that dear friends of ours lost their son to his long, courageous fight with brain cancer. He was not even 30.
The same day we learned that our much beloved tantra coach, Steve Carter, was murdered on a hiking trail while walking his dog in Marin Country. He and his dog were shot by 3 kids who then stole his car. Luckily, they were caught on video getting gas not too far away and were apprehended in Portland with the aid of the GPS in the car. To add to this, in July, Steve's wife, Lokita, was diagnosed with a rare and very aggressive form of breast cancer and is fighting for her life. If this isn't enough, their tantra yoga retreat center burned to the ground last month in the forest fires.
I awoke on Thursday morning at 5am sobbing, like I have not, since my father died 14 years ago.
I am struck with a deep deep sadness, but also with how quickly, life can change on a dime.