“Solitude does not necessarily mean living apart from others; rather, it means never living apart from one’s self. It is not about the absence of other people — it is about being fully present to ourselves, whether or not we are with others.” Parker J. Palmer
Parker Palmer, Thomas Merton, Robert Wicks, Frederick Buechner, are a few of the writers who have the ability to help point our hearts and our minds to truth and self-awareness – the kind of awareness that opens us to being present to ourselves and to others. Truth that expands us as loving, compassionate beings.
He left this world in his own inimitable style. Knowing he was terminal he quietly recorded his grand finale, Blackstar, as a parting gift to those of us left behind. And now volumes of stories are coming to light of just how special he was, not only as a musical genius, but as a generous compassionate human being. I have compiled a number of such posts on my FB page, https://www.facebook.com/donna.johnson.9237
He came to Nina Simone at a down time in her life to lift and encourage her. She said, “He’s got more sense than anybody I’ve ever known,” she said. “It’s not human—David ain’t from here.” His legacy shall in part be to inspire us all to be there for others.
Photo I took of my daughter holding the guitar that belonged to my son who we lost in a traffic accident in 2007.
“Music isn’t just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction. It’s a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it’s joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief. Is it too much to think that perhaps God speaks to us sometimes through music? How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?” Orson Scott Card
“The great man is he who does not lose his child’s heart.” Mencius
I am posting my Winning Images 2nd place photo which is also on my photoblog because it fits the quote so perfectly. Every day my goal is to see the world with new eyes . . . to not take anything visual for granted – the view outside my windows, the vase of flowers sitting on the table, the comical expression on my dog’s face, looking into my husband’s eyes every day for over 40 years and seeing his beautiful soul, the picture that sits on my desk of me and my sister from another mother and feeling blessed . . . I could go on . . . and on. No wonder I love being a photographer.
“My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn’t go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That’s just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don’t get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.” Jandy Nelson ~ The Sky is Everywhere