I haven’t been away, I’ve only been … adrift. I didn’t realize how much I relied on the illusion of a close relationship with my mother. I wanted to be close, and sometimes I believe we were. However, after almost a year of honest reflection (during her illness and since, after her death on April… Continue reading New Hope
I’m often asked why I rescue – how I can attach myself emotionally to another being, and then release to another that which I’ve cherished. I don’t know how to answer that with brevity. I don’t have sufficient vocabulary to make someone understand what I feel when I acknowledge suffering. It is not mere compassion. Compassion,… Continue reading Why Do I Rescue?
What a difference a month makes! We are learning to understand one another, deepening our mutual respect, and learning to navigate a balance between his psychological/physiological need to expend energy and the need to keep his activity level to an acceptable minimum (due to his medical issues). Sanctuary I was able to bring many of… Continue reading Two Months with Polo
Art installation. Peaceful Warrior is a paper-pieced, life-sized female, adorned with flowers and symbolic symbols of peace, such as insects (showing our dependence upon and connection to our environment), peacock motif, and feathers. In her right hand, she holds a bouquet; in her left is the handprint of a child, symbolizing her caring nature. Centered… Continue reading Peaceful Warrior
Reblogged for those touched not just by suicide, but by death and loss. In honor of those left behind, searching their own (literal or metaphorical) attics. By Meg At my mother’s funeral, an older man, goateed and wearing a beret (the sight of which made me turn away just long enough to roll my eyes), asked… Continue reading What We Do for the Dead
I’ve made assumptions about you. You are privileged enough to either own, or use, a computer or mobile phone. You are curious, most likely intelligent, and thoughtful. You may very well be a voyeur – you are anonymous, offer no opinion, and leave no trace evident to me that you were here. You seek something outside… Continue reading Human Experience
May 9, 2006 Lazily lying about in my room of Zen, the 17th floor windows wide open & in an exhibitionist mood, in a perfect-meal & wine-induced haze, my reverie (fantasy) is interrupted by the familiar ring tone of home. On the other end of a surprisingly clear connection, I hear the desperate and tremoring… Continue reading Little Man Has It Twisted