Thank you so much for the unbelievable love, support and sweetness you’ve shared since we announced Maha Rose is closing it’s physical location in Brooklyn. It will take me some time to respond to all the love but we are receiving it. Thank you.
I also wished I had written last week that Maha Rose was created by thousands of angels, human and otherwise. That she was maintained, nurtured and loved by countless angels. There are way too many to list but maybe someday I will write that list and no matter what it would never be complete. Because each person who loved Maha Rose made her brighter, warmer, bigger, cozier. Kind of like the velveteen rabbit, “When you love something you make it real.” All of your love fed and sustained her.
I’m an artist and I love to create spaces. Real live, physical spaces. My first and second healing modalities were massage and then reiki. I like to things. I like to touch people. I like to hug. This time of Covid has been challenging. I can’t touch people physically. I can’t touch Maha Rose to say goodbye.
I’m mourning the loss of the physical space of Maha Rose and trying to navigate our way forward at the same time. We’re in a time of dissolution. So many things are dying. The world as we knew it. So much of that is so good to let go of. Thank you God. We need new ways forward. Some of it is sad, the losses of people and places we’ve all loved.
It’s hard for me to imagine the future while in the process of letting go of the past. I think this is another thing that will need to die: all that forward momentum.
Slowing down to be in the process of right now: feeling more deeply into the present moment. Surrendering to the dissolving. Like the caterpillar in the chrysalis that isn’t yet a butterfly. Transformation takes time. Be gentle with yourself caterpillar butterflies. It’s ok to dissolve. It’s good, these parts we are letting die. This transformation we are each going through. It’s good. It’s necessary.
Life is long and there will be many deaths. Or life is short but there will be many births. So many cycles of life.
Love to you,
Lisa and Maha Rose