Celebrating the Beautiful Life of Adrianne Grayson

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                        Adrianne Grayson

         October 8th 1935 – May 18th, 2014

Today is my Beloved Best Friends Memorial Celebration at Kerb’s Toy Boat House in Central Park, NYC.  In honor of Adrianne and the beautiful friendship we shared, Hari will read my Eulogy.  May 18th, 2015

 

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
– Anais Nin

That’s how it was with us. . . Adrianne and I.  We were a world unto each other, and by the Grace of Divine Destiny, our paths crossed long ago and united us on a journey of the Soul. A long journey of friendship, love, deep connection and soul companionship that blended us together and joined us as One.

Almost 3 Decades have passed since the day we met. It was an instant connection of the heart.  I was at W Magazine in charge of the Western U. S., and Adrianne was in New York City. When she left Woman’s Wear Daily and became part of the W family, I said “Hello” and she recognized something in me that was also inside of herself. We both Meditated. We both went on Spiritual Retreats. We both studied with the same Teachers. We both practiced Yoga. And we both worked in a company that was worlds apart from our inner Spiritual Beings. But we also loved Beauty and Fashion, and knew how to bring out the best in every designer and in every situation.

It was a Blessing to have found each other in such an unusual setting such as W.  While it reflected our backgrounds in luxury and the world of fashion, it did not reflect what was going on inside of us and our consciousness. But there we were, with bills to pay, and apartments to buy, and new dreams to be had. So we journeyed on this path as long as we could bear it. . . until we could not bear it any more. After a decade at W, I left to start my own company and Adrianne was so delighted that I had found my courage to move on.

As I reached new pinnacles of success with my new company, Adrianne was always there, cheering me on. My professional life and company took off, but my personal life was suffering. I experienced so many deaths within my close circle of family and friends in such a short time. What broke my heart open the most was losing my own Daughter recently. Adrianne was there once again with open arms and her exquisite heart. She held me like a loving child that needed care and Love. She understood the depths of my loss that I could not put into words. She cooked scrambled eggs with tomatoes and served them to me in the morning. She placed a pillow under my head at night. She loved me. She cared for me as only a close friend can. And she wore silk pajamas as she did all of this! Adrianne understood the depths of my pain as she comforted me with her endless Love. This is a True Friend who understood me better than my own family.

She knew me from the inside out. All the bare, dark corners that lay hidden inside me, from the rest of the world. She understood my emptiness. She felt it too. But somehow, in this cocoon of her Love and Friendship, and inside of her home, I felt safe and protected from the world outside.

While I know the Soul is eternal, I was lost inside my grief. Adrianne called every day. We talked long hours about death, and about how precious life is. I will always remember her words and the sound of her voice. For the last 2 years of Adrianne’s life she spoke often about how precious every moment is and how fast and fleeting life is. We both read Stephen Levine’s book: “A Year To Live”. As I look back at this time, I believe Adrianne was already preparing herself for her own journey home.

My beautiful friend Adrianne….You were a world unto me that filled me up with delight and surprise, and created new dimensions of space inside my mind and heart, soul and spirit. You were an architect of my soul’s evolution as we shared, uncovered, built and re-built the stories of our past, present and future. We dreamed. We imagined. We laughed. We cried. We howled. We thought. We prayed. We meditated. We wept. We walked. We talked. We constructed and de-constructed a million pounds of weight that no longer belonged to either of us, in both of our worlds. We excavated. We created demolition zones where they needed to be. And we built fortresses and safe camps when we needed them, and then softly let them go when we did not.

This was the gift we shared. The unconditional Love and Acceptance of each other, in all ways, always. No judgement. No attitude. No opinion. No structure. No walls. No expectations. No false belief systems. Just clear, honest, open space to be truly and authentically who we were with each other. This is the deep embrace of our Friendship. This loving space was always open and available, inviting us inward. It was the world we shared inside of our beautiful Friendship with each other, where new worlds were possible and often created.

My Beloved Friend and Soul Sister, Adrianne, you are living inside my Heart. Thank you for Loving me the way you did. Your Light shines on always and forever. I will miss your Heart, but I will always carry it with me. I Love You! Rita

#AdrianneGrayson 

 

Little Buddha Dog – A short Love Story about a Woman’s Best Friend & their last day together

In Honor of my Beloved Countess, my Little Buddha Dog who passed on this day, April 8, 2011.  You are always living inside my Heart.

Countess was my greatest teacher of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.  If you have ever Loved or Cared for a Dog, then this short Love Story will touch your Heart.

Available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Click here for Amazon link

#‎SoftCoatedWheatenTerrier‬  – Website:  LittleBuddhaDog.com 

Little Buddha Dog

Each Friend Represents a World in Us. . .

 

Honey Moons & Friendship

Honey Moon – June 12/13, 2014

 

The Honey Moon

The Honey Moon

 

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

         – Anais Nin

 

That’s how it was with us. . . We were a world unto each other and by the Grace of Divine Destiny, our paths crossed long ago and united us on a journey of the Soul. A long journey of friendship, love, deep connection and soul companionship that blended us together and joined us as One. How is it that my heart can break like this. . . over and over again?  So many deaths in my life, all in such a short time.

I don’t think I can bear it anymore, not even for another second.  My heart is split wide open, with too much pain and grief.  I feel this loss deeply and profoundly.  Have you ever lost a Beloved Best Friend that was closer to you than your own family?  Who knew you from the inside out?  Bare, dark corners and all that lay hidden inside, from the rest of the world.  There is an emptiness inside of me, like a part of my heart has been cut wide open and taken out of me.  I feel completely empty and alone.

While I know that the Soul is eternal, I am in the thickness of this empty forest right now, stuck inside this thorn bush, feeling the heat and slice of this sharp edge.  It cuts me to the core.  My heart bleeds.  Throbs.  Cries.  Rivers of tears flow, and I allow them.  This is grief.  This is loss.  This is the painful knowing that this beautiful and magnificent soul and friend I once could embrace and talk with for hours, sharing and bearing the deepest parts of my soul, is gone.  She was a world unto me that filled me up with delight and surprise, and created new dimensions of space inside my mind and heart, soul and spirit.  She was an architect of my soul’s evolution as we shared, uncovered, built and re-built the stories of the past, present and future.  We dreamed.  We imagined.  We laughed.  We cried.  We howled.  We thought.  We prayed.  We meditated.  We wept.  We walked.  We talked.  We constructed and de-constructed a million pounds of weight that no longer belonged to either of us, in both of our worlds.  We excavated.  We created demolition zones where they needed to be.  We built fortresses and safe camps when we needed them, and then we softly let them go when we did not.

This is the gift we shared.  The unconditional Love and Acceptance of each other, in all ways, always.  No judgement.  No attitude.  No opinion.  No structure.  No walls.  No expectations.  No belief systems.  Just clear, open space to be truly and authentically who we were and how we are, with each other.  This was the deep embrace of our Friendship.  This loving space was always there, forever Present, and always inviting us to go inside of it.  It was the world we shared inside of our Friendship with each other, where new worlds were possible and often created. 

Driving home tonight, I saw the brilliant Orange Sun behind me, like an orb of Golden, Orange Light. . . bigger than the biggest Sunset I have ever seen setting in the West.  In front of me was the Honey Moon, lingering so low and so close to my face, I felt I could reach out and touch it.  To my East were the beautiful dark mountains and shadows, and to my West was the Pacific Ocean, nearing the end of it’s Sunset.  Just before I left on this drive and journey home, a young Asian woman came up to me and embraced me like an old, sweet friend.  We had met once before and she noticed my sorrow.  I shared your photograph with her and told her of your recent passing.  She said, “She’s here with you right now. . . I can feel her” as tears streamed down her face.  I knew it was you, my sweet friend, in this moment, coming here to embrace me this night, in this human form of this charming young woman who knew I needed a hug from you.