Celebration

Here's some pics from the Maddhouse celebration in Mia's honor.

Debbie prepared a smorgasbord of Danish Delights in memory of our favorite Dane.

Looks Delicious!

"And I’m still carrying the gift you gave
It’s a part of me now, it’s been cherished and saved
It’ll be with me unto the grave
And then unto eternity"
—Bob Dylan 'In the Summertime'

learning to smile

Miss you chica. Inspiration that you were and for all that you continue to be. You will always be so alive.

besos y amor, to heaven and back

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Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."

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 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 sheered 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 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.

The Prophet by Kahil Gibran

Tagging.

In San Francisco last night, on my way to see friends play a show at Cafe Du Nord, I happened to notice this streetcar stop. Some troublemaker had written MIA in very large letters with strips of tape. It had me smiling all night. Thank you, troublemaker.

Marvelous Mia

Always loved and never forgotten guapa!

xxxxxxx

"All Is Well

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used

Put no difference in your tone,

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,

Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,

Just around the corner.

All is well."

Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918 Canon of St Paul ’s Cathedral

Butterfly visit.

Out for a run in NYC Thursday morning, I passed a tarp hung around a site where a park is being developed. I didn't have my glasses on, so when I saw this funny man with a pink scarf and a fencing sabre, I thought the butterfly was part of the illustration. When I got closer, I could see that the butterfly was very much alive. I stopped running and hung out with the butterfly awhile. Then she fluttered away, riding the breeze, and I did too.

Realiza tu sueño.

Thinking about you nonstop. Thinking about you, and feeling your smile and your embrace everywhere I go. Crying for losing you, and in the same breath laughing at all the things we would laugh about together. Sending you all the love I have.

a serious looking Finn, born April13th 2010

one of Mia's trees, April 11th 2010



He’s here Mi! I did it – I gave birth and in Spanglish, you would have been so proud of me but you were of course watching. Your picture stayed close by and fed me strength. At one point I remembered you grinning away at me through the discomfort of another hot box treatment at the clinic, “It’s doing good things, Tiff”, you’d say – red face covered in a huge smile as I mopped your brow, wishing I could do more. And look at the good thing we have now, Mi. The most wonderful, precious little boy. He makes us supremely happy and just as a world without you isn’t right I now can’t imagine a life without him in it. We feel so lucky chica and I can’t wait till he is old enough so I can tell him all about his angel godmother.

The week he was born one of your trees was in full blossom. We have all been marvelling at how such a small tree could have quite so many flowers but should we really expect any less with your ashes feeding its roots?

Thank you mi amor, for being… well, so damn cool. Keep watching and keeping us safe. We are about to head off on our first road trip with the boy. We are starting him on adventures early. I think you would approve. Stay close by. Te quiero xxxx