Believe it or not: a flurry of butterflies accompanied my taxi for the first mile as I left the hotel for the airport out of Goa. The cabbie pointed them out to me as he thought it was unusual. Ha! He had no idea just how unusual. The golden yellow dazzlers pulled me out of my reverie…the past 11 months’ memories as ephemeral as their shimmery wings, a gossamer counterpoint to my heart laden with heavy emotions as I said goodbye to Goa. I was on my way home but not before a short four day decompression period at our friend Ritu’s condo in Gurguaon, New Delhi– the same neighborhood as the Trident Hotel where Scott and I began our Indian odyssey. My first night away from Goa I discovered a Taj Mahal post card Scott had tucked into my suitcase from the beginning of our trip. A place for lovers, you + me!
Going home was going to be tough. Our home was a place for lovers, too. You + me. We. Us. Ours. The last months of his life he gave me enough I love you!’s to last me awhile, if not a lifetime. But when I returned to High Point I found Scott had written love notes to me in advance, dated them, and placed them strategically where I would find them. On the back of an old forgotten framed kama sutra painting from India he wrote something too intimate to share on this blog and dated it Oct, 3 days before WE go to India….on the fridge a you + me always and forever tucked into a favorite picture of us…art museum tickets with more private messages arrived inside a box of chotchkes we sent home from Hong Kong the first week of our trip, only to be revealed to me once I unpacked it.
Those were the things Scott deliberately did to express his love for me. He wanted to help me remember the happiness and the fun instead of the horrible illness.
But in addition to his carefully planned notes, I received some convincing synchronistic mystical messages that appeared within the first 24 hours of my arrival home. The first? A painting Scott did that last hectic week in High Point, a butterfly prominently featured in a lush tropical setting conjuring up Goa prior to our being there.
untitled (c) scott morgan 2013
Soon after I came upon a beat up suitcase that had obviously been considered for the trip but then discarded on our bedroom floor. As I picked it up, a book I had never seen before about near death experiences was inside the luggage and a museum pamphlet with a painting of butterflies was peeking out from the book. A few hours later near his paint brushes I found a charming little antique embroidery of a butterfly that I had also not been aware of previously. Yet another butterfly painting– this one done by a friend and given to Scott when he was in hospital the first time he had cancer a few years back– fell (flew?) off a nearby shelf as I walked by.
Am I seeking the crazy wisdom wherever I can find it? You betcha! This last picture is a page I found on Scott’s desk. Smiling 2 the end. I trust my own smiles will find my face again soon.
Beautiful words as always Katy. I have a postcard just like that too, no butterflies on mine though but a fan made up of the flags. A love letter from my Great Great Grandfather to my Great Great Grandmother during WW1.
There is no comment that can sufficiently address this amazing entry………..WOW says it all. Even Scotts handwriting has smiles written all over it………truly amazing. Wrote you earlier this morning !! xxoo R I Z
Katy, you now are the owner of poscottivity, and you wear it well.
Much love as you travel this new road, may it always be filled with butterflies.
welcome home Katy peace and happiness through your process
It will be good to see you …..the flutterbys haven’t gone south yet
Katy, I try to imagine how Scott felt tucking all those love notes for you to find… Beautiful soul. Eternal love.
Welcome home Miss Katy
Bitter sweet I’m sure
A new journey begins for you
But oh what a guiding light you’ll forever have
Leading the way for you!
Let it shine
Oh,Let it shine
Love, hugs and smiles to you
Beautiful, Katy! I am full of tears for you for your loss, but what an amazing man you got to spend a part of your life with and he sent you home in an atmosphere like one of his paintings! Lovely!
Wow…it’s all I can say. Wishing you continued love and peace as you transition back into life back home.
I didn’t know … I hadn’t seen …to join the sky on 9/11 … what an honoring of the first responders and all Souls who never had the time to prepare or say good bye.
Katy you and Scott … Scott and you.. painted a masterpiece … a magical journey … acknowledging it was as heart wrenchingly difficult … as it was heart wrenchingly beautiful … you opened so many eyes and moved so may hearts.
It feels like you did this for all those who have made this transition “unseen” … and for all of us that await the same. You let us witness the most intimate of journeys in the living colors of full daylight.
And you inspire us to want “to see and be seen” everyday even if when we are afraid.
Scott shows us that neither life nor death is black and white. It’s like his art.
It starts with a tiny black line finding ITS own way and facing ITS own challenges on a glorious blank white page.
And then when it finally claims ITS SELF as good … explodes with the miracle of color.
However unlike many explosions … this one sounds like the joy of wind in the trees , the laughter of friends , the rush of excitement in the thunder and lighting, the whispering rains, the music that crosses all boundaries, the forever after of the waves on the sands … and the silent orchestra of butterfly wings everywhere. Scott’s art and Katy’s words … Katy’s art and Scott’s words. One in the same.
I have been and am overwhelmed. Namaste.
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