Many of you on this board are my extended family. I look back with gratitude for all of the encounters here over the years since 2000 when I was in fact living with Elaine Stritch, who died last week.
You have witnessed my ups and downs with her from the HBO documentary, "Elaine Stritch at Liberty" to seeing me walk on stage at Radio City Music Hall to share in her glory of winning a Tony back in 2002.
If you want to watch this 25 minute video, you will see how much fun it was for both of us, gleefully skipping like mad toward the asylum: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GE...eature=youtu.be
Becoming intimate with someone so talented, driven as well as famous - is a life changing event. What Elaine's death is teaching me so far, and so early is that even though I lived with her for four years, I never knew all about her.
Many people are posting their recollections, memories, treasured encounters. Some are fans, some are colleagues. I read them and say, "Who are they talking about?" And though some people have asked me to do so as well, I am choosing not to.
What reading all of these stories is showing me is that my memories of her are precious. And I must take care of them. To do that, I can't indiscriminately let them out into the wild, open to be wounded, altered or killed. I must protect them, and protect them I will. When and if the time is right, I will call on them to help me with my work and mission. They will let me know when they are ready for that job.
In the meantime, I want to share this much: Elaine's Aquarius Sun is conjunct my Lunar North Node and Mars in my first house. While I was going through my Saturn return, she energized the part of my personality that revealed my future - should I access the Martian courage to claim it.
We had a karmic contract to be a part of each other's lives. And, it won't come as a surprise to you - she is very much still in my life now that she has crossed over.
It is one of the most important relationships of my lifetime. And in a sea of public reminiscences full of hyperbole my memories would fall on deaf ears. But here, "in our house," I know you understand how I feel.
And I am deeply in gratitude to you for that.
Love and Light,