"Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely."
Quote above is from this blog post: “We Were Made For These Times” Text ©Clarissa Pinkola Estes, ©Katherine Brenner,©Patricia Spangler.
A small book, of one person's life, small acts so powerful. I wear my red bandana/kerchief often, to remember and honor him.
A 30-second phone call that morning ~ "leave the light on for me, Mama". and "if"..."play Spirit in the Sky". I promised. These vintage kerosene lamps, from my Mama, and paternal grandmother, on the window sill of my "window that opens". Always ready, always leaving the light on. Honoring with deep gratitude, other Gold Star mothers and fathers. So many...
My sister Destiny Swiftdeer was there, a trauma team member.
"... To remember is not to rehearse but to hear what never has fallen silent...". ©W.S. Merwin, "Learning a Dead Language".
From the book What Kind of Ancestor Do You Want to Be? ©John Hausdoerffer, Brooke Parry Heccht, Melissa K. Nelson, and Katherine Kassouf Cummings, editors. Chapter is To Hope of Becoming Ancestors, quote on page 107.
This artist plays the sounds - feelings, vibrations, physicality of emotion, my heart's rhythms, my core values, my memories/story. "Revolutionary Etude". Etude in C minor op. 10 no. 12. Chopin.
©Klaudia Kudelko, Eastwood Studios, and all others listed at site.
This piano piece is one of the first that I played in public, more than 65 years ago. First time playing on a Steinway Grand (sounding board of Alaska Sitka Spruce). A shy skinny girl - a hick from the sticks - un-tamable hair - vintage black velvet dress, among the "big people". Imagine that if you can... The music still burns deep, the power and majesty. history, passion. When I could still play this piece (and others), I was aware of nothing else ~ the music, the piano, and me. On "that day", I played this piece on the humble piano in my home at that time. The music said what I could not speak.
