On Loss and Living

“He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.” ~Giovanni Falcone

When someone very close to us dies, I imagine its normal to start seeing life through a death-tinged filter. Oh sure, we look for and find joy (hopefully in increasing measure) as we walk through our grief. But we’ve also lost our innocence about the whole thing. Death doesn’t just happen to people on the news or in hushed rumors at the community center or to grandparents in their nineties. It happens to everyone. I happens to the kindhearted and to the evil. It happens to the young ones. It happens to babies. There is nothing you can do to fully protect yourself or your loved ones. You stay in bed to avoid it all…and an earthquake happens. It’s not a very secure, joyful way to live, knowing the sky could fall any moment on the best people in the world.

Or maybe it is security, the knowing and accepting that this is part of the journey. And it does bring a kind of surreal joy…the joy of the moments that we appreciate life most in. Thinking about death comes less frequently than it used to, but I still split the world into two groups of people: those who have experienced this kind of death up close and personal and those who haven’t. Those who have been bereaved and those who haven’t. In our culture, it’s a big camp on either side.

I spoke to Justine about it the other day. She adds her own wisdom to this conversation.

The Gap Between the Years

The Gap Between the Years

I wanted to end/start the year by posting some cathartic message that I didn’t even know I had in me, something about the great lessons of the year just past and my bright hopes for the future.To be honest, 2017 wore me out. It was a transformative time for our family with many bright spots; we are certainly different beings at the end of it than when we started. I suppose we could say that about the year before and the year before…any of us could, but this one seemed particularly metamorphic.For now, it feels as if I’ve I’ve fallen into a little late-holiday gap between the years, and just am enjoying the now and starting the year as gently as possible.

What I can share right now is the beautiful drawing that Maki made me for Christmas. It’s the most precious of my art collection, definitely.

I also have a favorite out of the Justine collection, lets call it our family Christmas card, a little late.

Happy New Year to everyone from us…and may each of us find ourselves better at the end of it than when we started. And may our lives be filled with music.

(Justine and Maki on their new-to-them piano. Christmas 2017))

We are grateful for it all. Peace to you.

 

Perpetual Compassion (A World Changer)

Perpetual Compassion (A World Changer)

I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”

Mother Teresa

I feel the need to record on this blog what a great kid Maki is. A few weeks ago, he told me about a girl he knows at school who had recently lost her mother. We briefly discussed the idea of him reaching out to her because it was unlikely there were other kids she knows that have also lost a parent. I hadn’t thought about it again till yesterday when he told me he’d arranged to meet this friend and another friend for breakfast. He tends not to talk much about other people so he didn’t give me the details of their conversation, but it sounded like she was very ready to talk and she appreciated the space and understanding that Maki and the other friend gave her.

I am so proud of him. These are the moments that the world changes for the better, and to begin seeing that in one’s children is the best thing ever. I remember when we were first in the hospital with Vernon, we didn’t know a thing about hospitals or visiting or any of it. I had never known how important it is to visit your ailing friends in hospitals because I’d never had any yet, not really. And if I had, I didn’t know that it was okay for me to visit them. I just assumed you had to be the family. When my friends showed up every day for those first weeks, some even the very night they heard I was going to the hospital (Sue and Jim Skelly sat in the waiting room the first night I was there…they barely spoke to me except when I was leaving, but they literally held space for us on the other side of the wall) it made such a difference for us. I told myself that in the future, I would always try to visit ailing friends if I could. I knew these visitors were teaching me how to act when someone goes to the hospital in the future. Of course, that’s probably how they learned as well—by being in similar situations themselves. What they learned through difficulty allows them to keep changing the world.

I was thinking of Maki’s friends in the future. I think they will know what to do when they someday hear of a friend who is experiencing extreme loss. Sadly, for all of us,  it’s not a matter of it happening, its just a matter of when.  They can continue to change the world for someone else’s better, bringing comfort to that friend…but also teaching that person how to behave when they have a friend in the same situation. In this way, I imagine people climbing a mountain path, all holding a rope down to the person coming up behind them. We’re all climbing ahead, but the more experienced adventurers can make sure the beginners get their footing.

 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.

50,000 Words in a Month!

50,000 Words in a Month!

Some of you know that at the beginning of November I took on a creative challenge of writing 50,000 words in a month along with other writers all over the world. The NaNoWriMo project takes place every November. It started with a mere 21 participants in 1999, and in 2016, there were 384,126 writers who had signed up. It was a daunting idea, but it had been in my mind to do since the spring of this year, so when October 31 came up, I called my buddy Ty and asked him if he’d do it too. I haven’t actually checked in with him since then, but somehow knowing I had a friend willing to jump into the crazy 30-day marathon-of-the-brain made it seem less…well, crazy. We realized that if we broke it down into 1665 words a day, we could try to hit bite-sized goals. To break it down even smaller, that’s only about three typed pages a day.

But you know what I found? Three pages a day is a LOT of work. There was one day early on that I erased an entire day. I thought I had a fiction novel in me, or maybe a play—these are ideas I’ve been playing with for almost a year. The challenge gave me incentive to start unpacking the steamer trunk of my concept, but I hadn’t thought at all about formatting a plot, it was really only a handful of conversing characters that I’d had in my mind at all. I quickly found out that in order to fill my word quota, I’d have to release a lot more than my story ideas. So I filled those pages every day in character reasearch, imagining settings and scenes, and a lot of journalling. Every single night, I thought, “This is it. I don’t have enough in me. The writing-spatula has cleared the batter of my brain from the bowl of my skull. I’ll probably have to give up tomorrow. If I’m clawing toward the daily goal like this, there is no way to get to the final number. No WAY!”

But the next morning I would start again…and by the evening, I’d usually get to my goal. One day I even lost all my words and had to make them up the next. I knew I couldn’t fall too behind or it would be impossible. I can identify as an obsessive at times, its’ true. Granted it was the worst writing I’d done in my life. I don’t think I’ve even got a rough draft at the end of the challenge. But I still feel accomplished. It was a stretcher, and I needed that just then. I am less convinced I’m a novelist now than I was in October or early November. But I do enjoy creative discipline.

I may still have a book about the subject in me….the groundwork is done, at least. But I doubt it will be complete fiction. Maybe truth with some magical realism? Without telling the whole story, the characters I was researching and writing, at least the ones captured my imagination most, were the famous artists Mary Cassatt, Frida Kahlo, Barbara Hepworth, Georgia O’Keeffe, Lee Krasner. I was reading about these ladies while I was writing about them. I only painted two paintings this month, since all my spare time was given to writing. But one medium always compliments another, when you break away from your comfort zone. Most artists and storytellers know this. Anyway, I believe I can see a shift in my painting through the process. After spending time with these teachers, I think I can see some of their influence in my work. I did spend a lot of time looking at pictures of their artwork and trying to figure out what made these amazing people tick.

I encourage others to try…if not trying to write a whole novel, think about how can you jump out of your comfort zone for a month. It’s not a long term commitment….but its enough time for some serious growth. If I can do it, you can do it! I will say the  best part of December so far is not having to write 1665 words a day anymore…or write at all, if I don’t feel like it! Whatever will I do with all this extra time? 🙂

Eartha Kitt 24×24 Oil on Wood.  Possibly one of my favorites so far. “I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.”—Eartha Kitt

Georgia O’Keeffe  18×24″ Oil on Board. “I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life – and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”—G. O’Keefe

Press and Publicity

Hello, friends. I’ve got some press happening this month that I’d like to share with you. I was privileged to be interviewed about my Groundbreaking Girls project and how it helped me navigate grief. The writer, Lindsey Linegar, who I knew just barely at the time, has since become a good friend. Here is  article in the San Clemente Lifestyle magazine. Thank you for taking the time to read it. (More great writing on Lindsey’s website too, if you are looking for a writer, I recommend her.)

I also have this video to share. In the early months of my project, a beautiful person named Linda Parsi, whom I met on Facebook, contacted me with interest in sharing my story through video. She then connected me with a wonderful filmmaker named Kevin Strickland. He asked great questions and understood what I was trying to convey with my painting. It’s such a gift to work with people like that, very validating for an artist. And you know how important that is for us! 😛  Linda, too, has become a great friend over the course of the year. It’s fun to see the video after filming it in the spring. It feels like a long time ago, because the project has changed me even since then…and I’m still working on it. Again, thanks for taking the time to watch it. Please feel free to share it with someone you think would be encouraged.

 

Also, thank you to everyone who came to the art show and the workshop last weekend. It was great to connect.