These words have occurred to me over and over today. Styx is the river in Greek mythology between earth and the underworld, and the river that the newly dead cross into the afterlife. A ferryman, Charon, transported souls across the river, taking them from one world to the next.
The image
Two things stood out to me hugely on the news tonight, both of which I feel a great urge to comment upon. I watch NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams.
The Walrus is losing its home ground, the ice. Pictures from Lay, Alaska, on the state’s northernmost tip, showed walrus horribly
My dear friend who just lost her husband sent this poem to me today, one that they had framed because they loved it so much. Truly amazing message at this time. I love this poet!
LASER PALMISTRY: THE EARLY DAYS
Determined not to ask too much,
the chiromantic surgeon’s very first client
passed up
I am suspicious, I must say, of too much of the “positive thinking” trend nowadays, as if there were no point to true melancholy or utter sorrow. I don’t think life can be without them, nor do I think I would want life without them. This is a world of
I ran into these words by Buckminster Fuller a few days ago, and wish I could ask him to explicate them more on the subject of death.
“You cannot get out of Universe. Universe is a system… Universe is a a scenario. You are always in Universe. You can only get
The world is mostly made up of the unsayable. That is why we need poets and artists, the true ones. The dimensions that words can never touch are really what make up our experiences from one moment to the next. The tiniest bit of it is sayable. The rest is
Italian psychoanalyst Luigi Zoja wrote in one of his books that death is the most repressed theme of the current century (he wrote this late in the last century), as sex was the most repressed theme of the former century. I was struck by this when I read it many
In the apartment of my friend who died, being with his shocked and grieving wife, the experience is too big for me to find words. I live it to the poet…
Even your absence
is filled with your warmth and is more real
than your non-existing.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I’m in Seattle now, having traveled through space and time to arrive in a place where life and death are both fully present, the apartment of my friends John and Nazarita Goldhammer. One week after his death she’s showing me their house, everything here reflecting absolutely the life that they
I’m thinking of the French word for heart – couer. And the word courage, which comes from this root. And the lion as a symbol of courage. It takes courage, like the lion, to follow the heart. One of the most powerful and memorable dreams I have ever had was