Everything is left behind; only our actions and words remain.
Lifeís experiences are for a reason and I must listen to the questions life invokes. My quest for the answers is my lifeís reality; if I hide from the questions that is also my reality. In the end, all we have is our own truth. I donít wonder what life is all about anymore because this is what itís all about Ė 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
Goddess is..... Loving Kindness
She Continues With Me (in loving memory of my Mom, Martha Hamilton)
His Love Letters
His Hand Gave the Rose
Old Age Cage
Whatís wrong with him? He has cancer, Mom. Is that very bad? Yes Mom, itís bad.
hen will he come home? Dad wonít come home. Why is that? He has cancer, Mom.
Thatís not very good. No Mom, itís not. When will he be home? He wonít make it home.
How do you know? Heís not going on. What do you mean? He canít fight it anymore.
What canít he fight? Cancer! Mom! the cancer! What do you mean, cancer? Dadís dying from cancer.
What do you mean? Dad has cancer. You mean heís going to die? Yes, Mom, Dad wonít come home.
He can still come home. No Mom, he wonít make it. Why, whatís wrong? Dad has cancer Mom and he wonít come home. Is Daddy dead? Yes, Mommy, he died. Why did he die? The cancer wore him out.
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