|My mother and my brother used to sit together to watch the sun set here. |
They are gone, but I remain.
“Grief expressed out loud for someone we have lost, or a country or home we have lost, is in itself the greatest praise we could ever give them. Grief is praise, because it is the natural way love honors what it misses.”
|Charles Spillar. Friend to so many, community organizer, supporter of the arts, helper of artists and of veterans, preserver of the Valley of the Moon - my friend too.|
My brother, Glenn. So intelligent and sensitive,
so overwhelmed by the harshness of the world.
Ursula Kroeber Leguin, mentor and muse, her words and her worlds
will linger with me and inform me until the day I die.
Jeff Rosenbaum, Creator and Co-Creator of Starwood Festival, the biggest
Pagan festival on the East Coast. He believed in me, when I didn't, a great gift. May the
Starwood Bonfire burn bright for you, every year, continuing your legacy, Jeff!
"Mr. Grey", the noble and ever mysterious "Guard Kitty". He was killed in the spring, and I always miss him. May you run free, old friend, catching many mice in that great Hunting Ground where noble and brave cats go.