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On the fourth of July, 2007 Caleb Potter was involved in a skateboarding accident.
He suffered serious injuries and continues to need all of our positive thoughts and prayers.
This blog is to serve as a space for updates on Caleb's journey of recovery.
He suffered serious injuries and continues to need all of our positive thoughts and prayers.
This blog is to serve as a space for updates on Caleb's journey of recovery.
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A BIG Thank You
In this season of giving thanks and celebrating family togetherness, I wish to extend a warm thank you to everyone who has been involved in a myriad of ways with my son, Caleb Potter, and his recovery. On July 4, he was involved in a skateboarding accident in our little hometown of Wellfleet on Cape Cod, that caused him serious injuries. He came home from Spaulding Rehab in Boston just before Thanksgiving. Through the blog we started:
http://calebpotter.blogspot.com/
the Wellfleet community of support stretched far and wide across the country, and in fact, throughout parts of the world, with many people offering prayers and words of wisdom. We could not have come so far without this legion of support from all of you, in Wellfleet and beyond. We are sincerely grateful.
Sharyn L. Lindsay and family
http://calebpotter.blogspot
the Wellfleet community of support stretched far and wide across the country, and in fact, throughout parts of the world, with many people offering prayers and words of wisdom. We could not have come so far without this legion of support from all of you, in Wellfleet and beyond. We are sincerely grateful.
Sharyn L. Lindsay and family
DONATIONS
THE CALEB POTTER
BENEFIT FUND
Donations may be made in person at any branch of Cape Cod Five Cents Savings Bank or mailed to the bank at P.O. Box 697, Wellfleet, MA 02667.
Thank you SO MUCH
for your contributions.
With love,
from all of Caleb's friends and family
BENEFIT FUND
Donations may be made in person at any branch of Cape Cod Five Cents Savings Bank or mailed to the bank at P.O. Box 697, Wellfleet, MA 02667.
Thank you SO MUCH
for your contributions.
With love,
from all of Caleb's friends and family
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If you have questions about calebpotter.blogspot.com,
email Sky at:
novembersky.freysscole@gmail.com
email Sky at:
novembersky.freysscole@gmail.com
For Sending Cards etc.
Caleb Potter
c/o Sharyn Lindsay
45 Sapokonish Way
Wellfleet, MA
02667
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Wellfleet, MA
02667
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17 comments:
Beautiful.
This town, these people, this family provides the world with the perfect example of how love can change lives. It's unbelievable and beautiful to witness. Thank you.
Jan will be deeply missed, but I pray he is in a better place right now. All the love, support, stength and peace to his family and friends. Think about the good times in situations like these, as difficult as it may be.
Not to pester, but is there any news of a service or ceremony? I'm sure we would all love to pay our respects and come together to show our support and to muster our strength as one.
Wonderful tribute! You are all in our thoughts and prayers. Love and God Bless ~ Natale & Peter
Gate....gate....
paragate....
parasamgate.....
Bodhisvaha !
Gone ....gone.....
gone Beyond.....
gone Beyond Beyond.....
Hail the Go-er......
We will be there in spirit. There will once again be candles lit.
Celebrate Jan's life remember the good times and what a good man he was. Please let all bitterness and anger wash away from all of you. Celebrate, please Celebrate,
May peace be with you all. I continue to pray for you and hold you close to my heart.
the following, although long, was sent to me by my friend pam who has been following the blog from the start. she & her husband arnie had the great pleasure of meeting sharon, caleb, kai & many others in this cast of characters 2 summers ago while visting. we were at a going away party for sky, at ann's house. they have traveled the world over but fell madly in love with wellfleet in a few days... she writes...
This was written in 1919, When Hesse himself was contemplating suicide. It's very deep, and I'm not saying that I condone the act, but after reading this, I believe I can understand a little bit more.
The weird thing is that after I read your email about Jan, I returned to reading a Herman Hesse book and this is the chapter I read:
The time had come, and he was content.Formerly, at moments when dying seemed inevitable to him, he had always gladly delayed a little longer, postponed the thing until the next day, given living one more try. There was no more of that. Into the small number of moments he continued to live, far more experience was packed than into the forty plus years in which he had been on the way to this goal. It came to him that he was committing suicide, a piece of childishness, something not bad, certainly, but comical and rather foolish. The pathos of wanting to die and the pathos of dying itself coalesced within him. It amounted to nothing. His dying was not necessary, not any more. It was desirable, it was fine and welcome, but it was no longer necessary. With complete renunciation of all volition, with total surrender, dropping into the maternal womb, into the arm of God- since that moment dying had ceased to have any meaning. It was all so simple, all so wonderfully easy, after all; there were no longer any abysses, any difficulties. The whole trick was to let yourself go. That thought shone through his whole being as the result of his life: let yourself go. Once you did that, once you had given up, yielded, surrendered, renounced all props and all firm ground underfoot, once you listened solely to the counsel in your own heart, everything was gained. Then everything was good, there was no longer any dread, no longer any danger.
Death would not have been necessary; he could just as well have let himself fall into life. But that did not matter much, was not important. He would live, he would come again. But then he would no longer need suicide or any of these strange detours, any of these toilsome and painful follies, for then he would have overcome the dread.
Wonderful thought: a life without dread! To overcome dread: that was bliss, that was redemption. How he had suffered from dread al his life, and now, when death already had him by the throat, he no longer felt it., no dread, no horror, only smiles, release, consent. He suddenly knew what dread was, and that it could be overcome only by one who recognized it. You dreaded a thousand things, pain, judgement, your own heart. You felt dread of sleep, dread of awakening, of being alone, of cold, of madness, of death- especially of that, of death. But all these were only masks and disguises In reality there was only one thing you dreaded; letting yourself fall, taking the step into uncertainty, the little step beyond all the securities that existed. And whoever had once surrendered himself, one single time, whoever had practiced the great act of confidence and entrusted himself to fate, was liberated. He no longer obeyed the laws of earth; he had fallen into space and swung along in the dance of the constellations. that was it. It was so simple. Every child could understand that, could know that.
HE did not think this as one thinks thoughts. He lived, felt, touched, smelled, and tasted it. He tasted, smelled, saw, and understood what life was. He saw the creation of the world and saw the downfall of the world, like two armies moving in opposite directions, never stopping, eternally on the march. The world was constantly being born and constantly dying. All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God. One who had learned not to resist, to let himself fall, died easily, was born easily. One who resisted, who suffered dread, died hard, was born reluctantly.
Sun and stars rolled up, rolled down, choirs of men and animals, spirits and angels, stood facing one another, sang, fell silent, shouted; processions of living beings marched toward one another, each misunderstanding himself, hating himself, and hating and persecuting himself in every other being. All of them yearned for death, for peace; their goal was God, was the return to God and remaining in God. This goal created dread, for it was an error. There was no remaining in God. There was no peace. there was only the eternal, eternal, glorious, holy being exhaled and inhaled, assuming form and being dissolved, birth and death, exodus and return, without pause, without end. And therefore there was only one art, only one teaching, only one secret: to let yourself fall, not to resist God's will, to cling to nothing, neither to good nor to evil. Then you were redeemed, then you were free of suffering, free of dread- only then.
His life lay before him like a landscape with woods, valleys, and villages that could be viewed from the ridge of a high mountain range. Everything had been good, simple and good, and everything had been converted by his dread, by his resisting, to torment and complexity, to horrible knots and convulsions of wretchedness and grief. There was no woman you could not live without-there also was no woman with whom you could not have lived. There was not a thing in the world that was not just as beautiful, just as desirable, just as joyous as its opposite. It was blissful to live, it was blissful to die, as soon as you hung suspended alone in space. Peace from without did not exist; there was no peace in the graveyard, no peace in god. No magic every interrupted the eternal chain of births, the endless succession of God's breaths. But there was another kind of peace, to be found within your own self. Its name was: Let yourself fall! Do not fight back! Die gladly! Live gladly!
Wow. That was powerful. Thank you so much.
The Potter boys are so fabulous!
dierdre...thank you so so much for this last piece.....it DOES help to fill in a few blanks....and suggests a process...though not understandable......VERY human....breathe deep dear sister.....light!ly....ch/dad
I will miss you always...
very nice tribute to jan on the beach.
Beautiful tribute!
Beyond this place, in a far away tomorrow, we'll live, we'll love again.
I was really blessed today to have Jeff Lewis, a minister, outward bound instructor, sea captain and friend of Jan's arrive for a quick visit from Camden,ME. at Newcombs. Jeff is a wonderful man.........cut very much from the same cloth and attributes that we all love about Jan. He was going to paddle out and surf a few waves, as surfer do for those they care deeply about. I was not feeling great......from last night wine's revenge so at first I said that I was proud of him and would be in the water in the future.
What was I thinking?........I put on the old 5/4/3 wetsuit and caught a big bomber wave on first try and felt that Jan was with me on that wave. My hands went up over my head........wow. Jan would have loved this old guy, neighbor on that wave.
I once had a shirt that literally rotted off my flesh as i wore it out that said, "Only a surfer knows the feeling." Jan and I discussed that feeling in our brief life together. This is a feeling that helped me tie together my passion for surfing and my love for my friend Jan.
thank you papa q. i think jan was with you.
Sending much Love to this family.Please know Jan's journey has not ended.It has just begun. I met Jan surfing a few years back while on vacation in your little town of Fleet.I am sad to hear of his physical passing I rejoyce in his life with you.He had such passion for the waves a delightful man.Hold to the faith and love of your family.Sharyn,A Mothers anchors are her sons. Keep them close. Peace will come out of grief it will take time but it will come.
The Lords Prayer In Hawaiian
E ko makou makua iliko o ka lani,
e hoanoia k ou inoa.E hiki mai kou aupuni;e malaimaia kou makemake ma
ka honua nei,e like me ia i malainaic ma ka lani la; E haawi mai ia makou ikeia la,i ai na makou keia la.E kala mai hoi makou i ka makou lawelhala ana,me nakou nei i ka poei lawehala i ka makou.
Mai hookuu oe iamakou, ka hoowalewale ia mai;E hoopakele no na e ia makou i ka ina;No ka lena, nou ke aupuni, ame ka mana, a me hoonaniia, amau loa aku Amene
Shaka Mau Loa Kahuna
Blessings, Hoku (Star)
The Lord's Board Prayer
By Paul Magruder
Our swell that art in the ocean
Hollow be thy shape.
Thy lip shall come
It will be done
On Cape Cod
As it is in Indo.
Give us this day our daily barrel
and forgive us our drop-ins
as we forgive not those who drop-in on us.
And lead us not into the reef
but deliver us from the barrel.
(with some "local" variations)
Extracted from the letters section of
Surfer Magazine (Nov 2002), Vol. 43, No.12.
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