I’d like to say thanks to George for the inspiration, for the music, for the spiritual wisdom…for transforming my life, really. It’s only because of George, and because of Chris, that I found God. (Now I’m not sure whether He exists, but that’s a Navigating Cyberloss post.)

George, I hope you have a great birthday, and I hope the party there is more amazing than any of us could imagine.

If I have any readers left, I am writing to inform you that I have started another blogging venture, that I boldly call ‘Navigating Cyberloss‘. This blog basically does what it says on the tin, and intends to provide a resource for those who are dealing, or in some cases, have dealt, with the grief involved in losing somebody who they’d only met online.

I hope you will join me there, and possibly offer some feedback, as it would be much appreciated.

Since April 2007, I have been grieving the ‘loss’ of a friend whose presence in my life brought me to a spiritual path. Chris was a dear friend of mine, we came to know one another through the official George Harrison forum. Her being in Argentina and my being in the UK precluded any physical meeting, but I’d like to think we met on a soul level, where it matters.

Anyway, the title of this post alludes to the fact that I have been trying to reconcile my Eastern religious leanings with a very Western grieving process, complicated by a number of factors – the physical distance and being unable to attend a funeral being two of these.

I think fondly of the passage in the Bhagavad Gita which states:

There never was a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor any of these kings, nor will there be any future where we cease to be. - chapter two, verse eighteen.

Krishna’s words to Arjuna on the battlefield of Kuruksetra have brought me a little comfort in this time of suffering, but trying to reconcile the Eastern knowing (Chris was, or seemed to be Hindu) with the Western grieving has been challenging.

So, if you have any opinions on how a person of faith can reconcile faith and grief, feel free to chime in.

• Should faith preclude grief?
  

Best wishes and blessings to all,

- Shady

Breast Cancer Awareness month again. I know it’s important that we raise awareness (and chuck money at it), because that is the only way they’ll get close to a cure, but every blessed thing is pink. Everything reminds me, when I’ve just reached the ‘head out of the sand’ point, three and a half years after it happened.

Still, if you’re of a mood, blog it, then donate. The blogging it doesn’t matter, the donation does, and can make a slight difference.

Forty-three years ago today, dear Chris entered this world. Three years after her untimely leaving, I can look back with a slight smile. I think if I ever got to a point where I could speak of her without half a glance skyward, I would have reached a point where her absence didn’t bother me at all. Don’t think that would be one hundred percent what I wanted to do.

Memories come to me now, but they’re ones I’ve posted on before, so I won’t repeat myself.

I’ll spend today trying to get a song I wrote on Wednesday together, as a tribute. I can’t help but think she’d like that.

May God’s blessing be on her eternally,

Banoffee

I’m reminded of Chris, because my first words to her, through the official George Harrison forum, were defining the constituent parts of banoffee pie (“Banana and toffee, I think.”) It remains the strangest first sentence I’ve ever said to somebody.

There never was a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor any of these kings. Nor will there be any future where we cease to be (Bhagavad Gita chapter two, verse eighteen)
Recent meetings have led to the flame of faith being fanned, and I have once again begun to look to God. He is always there.

George...in a cheeky mood!

Through his music, George helped me realise the power of music in general. Until I heard “My Sweet Lord” for the first time, I didn’t realise how powerful Western pop music was in devotional terms. (Mind you, I was ignorant of Eastern music at all at the time!) Anyway, through that song, I found a profound statement of faith.

Of course, it was two years later that I came to need that faith, because through my liking for George’s music, I came to know one of my dearest friends. George’s music helped her through a drawn out battle with cancer, which ironically came to a close on Easter Sunday, 2007.

George’s music was my primary connection with her, and she was (is) my primary connection with God. For that reason, I am more grateful than words may ever convey to Sriman George Harrison.

Namaste, dear spirit soul.

I’ve already written number one- “Hotter than Hot (The Newspaper Song)”

Hear it here