Bobbie IS the Gift This is in response to Bobbie’s “A Gift from Maxine,” posted on Michael Morris’ Memorial Page. It was an honor for me to have been invited to spend some time in Bobbie and Michael’s casita in La Quinta, and it was not until I had been with them for a while that I learned the invitation had not been from the two of them. This is when I came to know Michael more intimately than when he “religiously” attended my early morning Sunday Celebrations in Palm Desert. Bobbie, on the other hand, had taken enough classes with me in the past that I knew what incredible genius she had. Although I appreciate her positive assessment of my teaching skills, it was Bobbie who took it upon herself to do the deep research and create brilliant “extra credit assignments” that amazed and delighted the class and the teacher. When Michael began to join us in these sessions, his sincere inquiries and quick mind brought other assets to the class. I would sometimes imagine the rich discussions these two must enjoy at dinner or on a road trip, as they worked together to solve the problems of the world. This was no boring relationship! Although Bobbie’s assessment of our good giggles is quite correct, there were times, especially when she would go into the kitchen to prepare a meal specially requested by Michael, that he and I would share more deeply. When a burning question had been rolling around his vast brain, he would often begin his inquiry with, “Sensei,” somehow assuming the Wisdom of the World was available to me. These discussions were often poignant, definitely stimulating, and always productive, in that Michael would typically come to his own illuminating conclusion before his meal arrived. On a day he felt a bit feisty, he would sometimes choose to enter into political rants (not discussions) just to see if I were paying attention. It may have been his way of reminding us both that he was still here! The song, “Something Wonderful,” that arrived for me that morning seemed to speak volumes to my friends’ relationship. Yes, Dear Michael could be gruff and become so involved with working out his inner life that he would skip a social nicety or two, but he was still a gracious gentleman, a caring human being, and a devoted (if sometimes less-than-thoughtful) husband. He did many wonderful things, and Bobbie celebrated every one of them. That is why I sang it to them, and I was deeply touched by their response. Michael listened with rapt attention and thanked me. Bobbie cried a bit. It was a sweet moment. Even sweeter was the last hour several of us were gathered to vigil with Michael, as he prepared to travel from the earth. Love and blessings, anointing and prayers, laughter and tears were all shared, as he felt the support of his precious Bobbie and all of us who were holding him tenderly in our hearts as we were preparing to release him to his next great adventure in the Heart of God. My hand was on his heart as he took his last peaceful breath, and this was even a greater privilege for me than attempting to be his Sensei or giggling with his sweetheart. God speed, Dear Michael. With great love and respect, Maxine Kaye