I am noticing myself missing Gyō-zō a lot these days, feeling the absence of him in my daily life even though it’s been 6 years since he left this world for the next – they have been a tumultous 6 years – both globally and personally

Remembering him now I wonder what he would have to say about the state of world affairs these days – these last few years especially – at the same time as knowing exactly what he would say –
‘everything unfolding as it should’
He would however have had opinions about all of it

I miss bringing him brownies and cleaning his house –
I miss bonging bowls, lighting fires, hot tea –
I miss hearing about his birding adventures, discussing gardening dilemas and everyday miracles.
I miss our conversations, his laugh –
I miss hearing about his amazing stories of synchronicity and of visits from beyond the veil –
He was a seer and ‘seeing into life’ and all of its challenges was THE place of his practice

He introduced me to different ways of looking at the world. He recognized my intutive nature, helped me to understand that my seeing was a gift, taught me to trust it, to not be afraid of it. He guided me, cheered me, loved me unconditionally.
In his eyes I was his equal. He thanked me for walking with him through this incarnation.
He said that I had been a blessing to him – the feelings were mutual.

Gradually he lost his eye sight, which for him was all part of the human process which he accepted, he knew where he was in space and his house provided safety for him. He continued to navigate his way through life the way he always had – from the inside out.

There are moments through out the day when the memory of him weaves in and out of my thoughts, upfront and in the background, never far away, seemingly no where to be found –
These occasional memory visits keep his being in my life, helping me to stay sane, grounded.

He was a rare presence in my life – a gift beyond measure.

R. Gyō-zō Spickett April 1927 – April 2018