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Everything is left behind; only our actions and words remain. Life’s experiences are for a reason and I must listen to the questions life invokes. My quest for the answers is my life’s reality; if I hide from the questions that is also my reality. In the end, all we have is our own truth.
I don’t wonder what life is all about anymore because this is what it’s all about – living and dying. The moment I was born I began my death. I will die; we all will die when it is our time. It is inevitable, and comforting in its predictable-ness. But, we will continue. Our energy lives on in memories, and in our actions and in the actions of others.
There is nothing perfect - there is only life.
- Secret Life of Bees
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| Goddess is..... Loving Kindness |
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| She Continues With Me (in loving memory of my Mom, Martha Hamilton) |
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| My Mom |
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| His Love Letters |
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| His Hand Gave the Rose |
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| Old Age Cage |
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| Goddess Mother |
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Alzheimer Denial
What’s wrong with him?
He has cancer, Mom.
Is that very bad?
Yes Mom, it’s bad.
When will he come home?
Dad won’t come home.
Why is that?
He has cancer, Mom.
That’s not very good.
No Mom, it’s not.
When will he be home?
He won’t make it home.
How do you know?
He’s not going on.
What do you mean?
He can’t fight it anymore. |
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What can’t he fight?
Cancer! Mom! the cancer!
What do you mean, cancer?
Dad’s dying from cancer.
What do you mean?
Dad has cancer.
You mean he’s going to die?
Yes, Mom, Dad won’t come home.
He can still come home.
No Mom, he won’t make it.
Why, what’s wrong?
Dad has cancer Mom and he won’t come home.
Is Daddy dead?
Yes, Mommy, he died.
Why did he die?
The cancer wore him out. |
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Succulent aspen leaf quivers in the breeze
a sapling oak droops in surrender
for lack of water
and the hummingbirds friskily seek
the next blossom to suck
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