My old friend died peacefully yesterday at 1:15 p.m. Many thanks to all for your kind thoughts and prayers during this time. The images and words come from a letter he wrote to me while he was in Vietnam in 1970.
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here. Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go. Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
I have loved Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnets since I was a teenager. I wanted to share the particular sonnet that brings me the most comfort when contemplating the loss of a loved one.
My condolences, and gratitude for your very soulful blog.
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing The summer through, and each departing wing, And all the nests that the bared branches show, And all winds that in any weather blow, And all the storms that the four seasons bring.
You go no more on your exultant feet Up paths that only mist and morning knew, Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat Of a bird’s wings too high in air to view, - But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
Oh, am, I am so sorry to read this. In the Jewish tradition we put a stone on the grave. In the blogging tradition, it looks like this (0). My deepest sympathy for your heartfelt loss.
may he rest in beauty may he be free to move on may he settle gently on your spirit and help it soar may your sadness be the seed for more love within and without always
you've posted a beautiful tribute to your friend. when my parents' died suddenly (totally bad car accident) a friend told me i should read "birthday letters" by ted hughes.
the book did help me to feel better, but I still often get totally depressed. writing helps a lot (especially when it is in a blog). oh, and this poem by emily dickinson:
I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
I reason, we could die— The best Vitality Cannot excel Decay, But, what of that?
I reason, that in Heaven— Somehow, it will be even— Some new Equation, given— But, what of that?
p.s. keep on painting (and blogging) - the best remedy.
Zach -- Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I am sorry to hear that your parents died in such a sudden way. I will look into "Birthday Letters." Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. Thank you for bringing her poetry here.
Yes. Writing and art work really do help.
Beginning in 2006, blogging brought me out of a period of isolation. Good to see your latest blog post.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken from my porch before sunrise on October 29, 2023.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog -- http://oldgirlfromthenorthcountry.blogspot.com
) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
13 comments:
Peace to you both now.
Words always seem inadequate at moments like this.
Hugs.
I am feeling for you, am. Peace.
I've been thinking of you, praying for you. Peace and hugs.
AM, I found this just today.
Pueblo Blessing
Hold on to what is good
even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe
even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do
even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life
even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand
even when I have gone away from you.
Ach, I'm sorry. No matter how expected it's never expected, not really.
xoxo
I have loved Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnets since I was a teenager. I wanted to share the particular sonnet that brings me the most comfort when contemplating the loss of a loved one.
My condolences, and gratitude for your very soulful blog.
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
And all the nests that the bared branches show,
And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.
You go no more on your exultant feet
Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
Of a bird’s wings too high in air to view, -
But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
Whatever peace he found, you were obviously an important part of it. Find solace in the gifts you gave.
KJM
Peace.
SB.
Oh, am, I am so sorry to read this. In the Jewish tradition we put a stone on the grave. In the blogging tradition, it looks like this (0). My deepest sympathy for your heartfelt loss.
may he rest in beauty
may he be free to move on
may he settle gently on your spirit and help it soar
may your sadness be the seed
for more love within and without
always
you've posted a beautiful tribute to your friend. when my parents' died suddenly (totally bad car accident) a friend told me i should read "birthday letters" by ted hughes.
the book did help me to feel better, but I still often get totally depressed. writing helps a lot (especially when it is in a blog). oh, and this poem by emily dickinson:
I reason, Earth is short—
And Anguish—absolute—
And many hurt,
But, what of that?
I reason, we could die—
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?
I reason, that in Heaven—
Somehow, it will be even—
Some new Equation, given—
But, what of that?
p.s. keep on painting (and blogging) - the best remedy.
Zach -- Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I am sorry to hear that your parents died in such a sudden way. I will look into "Birthday Letters."
Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. Thank you for bringing her poetry here.
Yes. Writing and art work really do help.
Beginning in 2006, blogging brought me out of a period of isolation. Good to see your latest blog post.
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