Life. Part I.
Exhilarating journey.
1957-2017. 60 years.
Blunders. Lessons. Sorrow. Contentment. Obliviousness. Enlightenment. Love. Regret. Love. Thankfulness.
Loves
First love.
He wanted us to experience others when he left for college… thoughts of his pearl necklace flying across the room.
First
marriage.
He wouldn’t share, yet gave me two gifts. I instinctively left him, but treasure the precious gifts.
First obsession.
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.
First connection.
She picked up the pieces, remains
decades later, still helps me grow, provides shelter and peace.
Unhealthy to healthy. Communication. Equality. Endurance.
Family
Born into one.
Conditional. Re-creation of family. Unconditional.
Children. Teachers. Foundation. Stability. Love.
Grandchildren. More love.
Friendship
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.
Regrets
Only one. Being a contributor and source of another’s disease and demise.
Service
To others. To family. To Divinity.
Haiti. One person at a time. Ripples.
Location
Illinois. Brother camaraderie. Snow.
Alabama. Intolerance.
Washington. Home.
Country
Struggle for human dignity and protections.
Greed and corrupt power reigns. Godlessness. Kindness
squelched.
Continued journey.
Hope, acceptance, inclusion, love, union, oneness.
Work
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.
Technology
Black and white television. Remote-less.
Computers now attached to
every human. More connections, yet less connection.
Art
Removes shackles. Freedom of expression. Heals. I miss it.
Education
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.
Love
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.
Gayle
