NOW It's all you have...

 

 

 

"MUCH LOVE BEING SENT TO AN ETERNAL FRIEND", Reb

that's the 'closing' to a message from MY eternal friend Rebecca, who IS part of the "now that i always have", one of many reminders from her. I MISS HER, but to quote more of one of the many, many emails we shared, i record a few that were all part of note intended to give me the name of her above painting in September, 2003, which i now have with me on my wall:
it's titled
"HE WHO JUMPS INTO THE VOID OWES NO EXPLANATION TO THOSE WHO STAND AND WATCH"
jean luc godard.

Reb gave me so much, like: "I try to remember to live in the ocean and not merely be a wave. This does not mean that I don't forget and become the fierce or funny little wave much of the time......to see you again, or not, is not important because your essence and my own are jewels in a larger sky...we exist...always, in our friendship to one another."

'Turning to the One Mind,
I find my Buddhahood,
above self and others,
beyond coming and going,
this will remain
when all else is gone.'

Tanzan (1819-1892)

her birthday, may 21, my friend forever.
aren't i so fortunate?
(a little misty eyed, but fortunate)
so many cups of fresh brewed coffee in the kitchen,
of margarittas on the patio.

{she gave me lessons, memories,
the sense that she's ever here,
especially through an astonishingly brilliant daughter
and grandson ...}

the luminosity of spring~~~ awakens the mind

 

 

 

'The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you---
don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want--
don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill,
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open--
don't go back to sleep.'

`mevlana jelaluddin rumi`

growth shared: mothers and more

 

 

i thought i'd use these two monoprints (the empty silhouette filled by nature) made last year
to coax out some thoughts about nurturing and growth and friendship:

true.
mother's day can do that,
ring memories up in me
of mom helping me along,
wanting for me what she couldn't have had.

mother made me dresses like these early on, when she could.
gave me the outdoors to dream away my cares...
a clothesline duty to feel the breezes
blow faraway places into my head,
inner thoughts out.

faraway places, sometimes exciting,
often empty~ but never for long.

spirited friends have helped heal my heart
and let breezes, and dreams, ruffle me around again.