Life. Part I.
1957-2017. 60 years.
Blunders. Lessons. Sorrow. Contentment. Obliviousness. Enlightenment. Love. Regret. Love. Thankfulness.
He wanted us to experience others when he left for college… thoughts of his pearl necklace flying across the room.
He wouldn’t share, yet gave me two gifts. I instinctively left him, but treasure the precious gifts.
He mesmerized, then wounded, and tried to make a choice for me. I kept this Father’s Day 1991 love creation. Sustained blessings and joy.
She picked up the pieces, remains decades later, still helps me grow, provides shelter and peace.
Unhealthy to healthy. Communication. Equality. Endurance.
Born into one. Conditional. Re-creation of family. Unconditional.
Children. Teachers. Foundation. Stability. Love.
Grandchildren. More love.
I miss my guitar-artist friend and the opportunity to say good-bye.
Old friends through the decades. Some share. Some understand. Some I’ve let go of. Some let go of me.
Thank God for my Mobile friend - my dear cohort in life, understanding unconditional.
Only one. Being a contributor and source of another’s disease and demise.
To others. To family. To Divinity.
Haiti. One person at a time. Ripples.
Illinois. Brother camaraderie. Snow.
Struggle for human dignity and protections.
Greed and corrupt power reigns. Godlessness. Kindness squelched.
Hope, acceptance, inclusion, love, union, oneness.
Waitress. Art Director. Teacher. Amazonian.
I’ve been fired. I’ve fired.
From $5 an hour to triple-digit salary, enjoyment came through connection with others and pride in the work, not the salary.
My new boss, a virtual boss. I don’t have a boss, and I don’t have to be a boss. Contract work. Freedom.
Black and white television. Remote-less.
Computers now attached to every human. More connections, yet less connection.
Removes shackles. Freedom of expression. Heals. I miss it.
Syracuse, campus, summer residency, mid-30s, thinking “I’m too old to be sweating it out in a dorm…”
Still working on my doctorate at 60. Why? Hands-on art study taking away time for my own hands-on art making.
Education increases possibilities.
Wisdom is paramount. Education, less so.
Hold on to this healer. For me. For you. For us.
Love is consciously allowing openness.
Life. A tapestry.
It feels good to wrap up my existence in a neat little package.
What will the Lord of the Universe do with me next…
Life. Part II.