A dictated letter from Mary-Jo. Please read.
The tears of overwhelming gratitude and thanks are still flowing tonight, my ninth night. This incredible situation has provided me with a state that I need to express. It is without question the most profound place I have ever been.
I had an image tonight in my dreams. It was an image of all of you, my daughters, my family, my community and those who may only know me by association. From the top of the hill at our sweet mountain, Whitewater, to where I lay now, I have felt held in the arms of your love. In all truth this has been my lifeline.
I have surrendered all capacity to do anything for myself. This is the physical situation at this time. I lay here tonight with my daughters and big sister massaging me, sharing with me, and holding me. I would like to relay an image to you that came to me in my dreams. Without any of my abilities to support me, I have fallen into the arms of your love. This place feels like a halo of golden light. I have been able to trust without question or hesitation. This is my strength, my dignity; it is my source. There will be many times that I acknowledge this back to you, especially my family and two daughters. At this point I cannot help describing the wounded bird that lies here and feels like she can release down into her broken wings, into that lush ocean of love that I feel. That knowingness, that you are all there, is my saving grace. My family is perhaps the extensions of your love. They are also the most powerful support in this situation and have been holding me with the utmost everlasting elegance, grace and compassion. Describing the gratitude I have for them is only expressed in tears of joy. Like nothing else I have ever witnessed; my father and mother, my sisters and daughters, have stepped forward like no other example of human strength, courage and love. Your support, cards, prayers, flowers, visits and expressions of healing contribute like golden jewels to the garden of love upon which I lay. Certainly to name each of you would be more long winded than I already am. I just want you all to know how deeply both my family and myself cherish you. So with the image of the bird with the broken neck, allow yourself to feel your jewel of golden love, holding me up. For indeed that is the truth. My neck is broken but my spirit is not. Love to you all.
Deepest blessings, Mary-Jo