Posts Tagged ‘loss’

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Juanita

September 28, 2008

The world has lost another great human being.  My husband’s grandmother, Juanita, gave up her ghost this afternoon after a long and traumatic battle with Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s.  She passed away peacefully in her home, surrounded by her daughter, son-in-law, and husband of over 50 years.

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires
lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow
your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams,
for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
when he stands before the king whose hand
is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing,
but to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence
shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance.

on death – kahlil gibran

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Heartbroken

September 27, 2008

The world lost a great human being yesterday.  Paul Newman died at the age of 83.  Paul Newman was a brilliant actor, director, philanthropist, activist, humanitarian, and he made a damned fine salad dressing.

I will never forget the moment I fell in love with Paul Newman.  I was actually in my early 20s (late bloomer) and I was in my dark, dank, smokey basement apartment and I watched Cat On A Hot Tin Roof.  Amazing film, just freaking brilliant.  I heard the last three words, “Lock the door,” and have wanted to be Maggie the Cat every since.  It still makes my knees sweat just thinking about it.  Newman became the epitome of smooth, cool, sexiness that night and he’s never let me down since.

RIP, Mr. Newman.  The world is a better place because of you.