So sad.

Frank was always, always leaving me as well as each of my children.. and his friends, ‘little notes’, So here is a final one in return~~

Frank was very much a man who understood in himself the value of two worlds. That of the Valley. with the family, community,.. sharing experiences and wisdom. And, what he called living on the mountian, in the Cave. He felt that when he was connecting with the later, he had more connection with truely himself. And this was the part he wanted us to bring to one another when we came together.
He asked me not to forget that part of myself.

Paige told me this morning, 4 years old, as i was showing her some pictures this; “Frank is big. He is bigger than me. He is even bigger than my mom and dad.” Frank lived into a vision that was greater than himself with complete integrity and devotion. Every single moment of his life was dedicated to expanding ourselves for the betterment of the whole.

Frank and i were partners thru 2001-2005….then opening the love. towards the circle more greatly.. …Partnering with the world.
Every reflection, anyone has shared Is completely true. I realized and shared with him in our last meeting, in June, the love he was bringing to me and us All can only be offered in compete surrender.
Bowed and open to receive the abundance of love and every thing imaginable at each moment. Frank understood this and held an honest and patient place for us to see this also.

It is amazing and awe inspiring to really live into such a being. It has taken me years to accept was Frank was fully offering in my heart and in my life. I know that I finally did see that and in our final meeting, I gave it all back to him what had sprung from the seed he planted and replanted so many times.

Frank quoted Goethe in the introduction of his last book; Emerging Plant Medicines, “There is no past that we can we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the best as the past withdraws.”

Regardless.. I have always needed my own journey to realize presence… so I am writing also to share a poem i wrote a few days ago.

A Little Note to Frank

my heart has taken wing, my spirit has touched its’ light.
All my breath and life is humbly yours tonite.
Do not dispair my love, for the tangles in my hair,
are the whispers of lifes longing to be sent on the winds next kite.

Silently now, you walk with me,
my grace is in that devotion,
if we could share just one more glance,
it would apease this hearts’ emotion.

Where is the battle ground for longing?
It seems we talked and walked and prayed.
.. when the day was over we asked this life for lessons along the way.

That day you came and picked me up, brushing off my soiled skin.
I thought we would walk along loves road forever, endlessly and again.

Wrestling with myself alone now,
and wishing upon the stars
will not bring back whats unfinished nor get us very far.
But you told me to just wait for you.
That time would bring us forgiveness.
And i trusted that as i walked away,
knowing we were just begining.

Would i have clung a thousand times
during this journey playing out our song?
Tugging desires’ waistcoat with this will,
that wonders where does it belong?

The miles and miles of stories are written in the sky,
before we met they were their waiting for us,
the playful lovers dance of “i and i.”
they seemed endless but now i cry.

i know that lifes perfection plays also such harmony,
but when love leaves before i can finish it seems
the struggle was just for me.

Can you find me again my dear, and can we play once more?
like an eternal morning of frozen feet harvesting seaweed along the shore.

I’ll dry my frons and my tears as well,
bring all your reflections to my light.
and thank the time we shared and know our i and i
is in perfection and all is right.

blessings and all my love,
my dear sweet Frankie Frankie.

I don’t know and didn’t know Frank, but I found his memorial
on facebook from a local herbalist named Rosemari Roast and
decided to see who Frank Cook was.

From the videos and writings, I see that he was a person who followed his heart, which brought him to his passion, plant life.

Sometimes in life we forget it is the little things which we are drawn to and excite us that create a life’s meaning.

Frank Cook knew his life’s meaning.

Thanks for the memorial.

Holly Lynn Danyliw