I wish I could have seen this farewell to Captain Barb. Maybe this becomes an island tradition. (?) We will somehow have to coax the bad men to stand in the right place- by drawing their big egos there. I hope you stay around for a long, long time. More adventures to be had in this strange earthly realm. Love you. xo
I know we’ve both navigated particular grief - it always brings me closer to the gift of being in a body and continuing to turn my face to the sun. I’m so glad you’re here, Ashley Benson.
Me too, on both counts--and that you are still here, too, Jocelyn.
On Saturday, at the Japanese Garden in Portland, I overhead an older man in a wheelchair, being pushed by someone I presume was his daughter. He wore a baseball cap that said "die hard" on it. The woman pushed him up to every piece of art in the exhibition house—it was a woodblock print exhibit. As they were leaving, he exclaimed, "It's all so beautiful, I could burst into song!" His daughter saw me put my hand on my heart and start to cry. She smiled. Retelling it now, I am undone again, as I was then.
Let's turn our faces to the sun and toward beautiful art and burst into song as often as we can while we are still here, okay?
I wish I could have seen this farewell to Captain Barb. Maybe this becomes an island tradition. (?) We will somehow have to coax the bad men to stand in the right place- by drawing their big egos there. I hope you stay around for a long, long time. More adventures to be had in this strange earthly realm. Love you. xo
Love you always x
I am weeping. What a thing it is, to be a human and to be alive and to know you will not be someday. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I know we’ve both navigated particular grief - it always brings me closer to the gift of being in a body and continuing to turn my face to the sun. I’m so glad you’re here, Ashley Benson.
Me too, on both counts--and that you are still here, too, Jocelyn.
On Saturday, at the Japanese Garden in Portland, I overhead an older man in a wheelchair, being pushed by someone I presume was his daughter. He wore a baseball cap that said "die hard" on it. The woman pushed him up to every piece of art in the exhibition house—it was a woodblock print exhibit. As they were leaving, he exclaimed, "It's all so beautiful, I could burst into song!" His daughter saw me put my hand on my heart and start to cry. She smiled. Retelling it now, I am undone again, as I was then.
Let's turn our faces to the sun and toward beautiful art and burst into song as often as we can while we are still here, okay?
Love the Cannon and these musings. Hope you live a long love filled life .
Can I request the cannon when my time comes?
I know a guy!
Please don’t die but definitely take out at least one bad guy when you do
I’m gunning for a strike, at least.