AprilApple said...
I miss my wisdom. (what little of it there was) It died and blew away in the wind.
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| Jim Morrison's grave at Père Lachaise Cemetery, ca. 1992 |
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| Deep, man |
AprilApple said...
I miss my wisdom. (what little of it there was) It died and blew away in the wind.
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| Jim Morrison's grave at Père Lachaise Cemetery, ca. 1992 |
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| Deep, man |
16 comments:
I want epitaphs not epithets.
Make epitaphs great again.
lol
My father joked for many years that he wanted "Diver Below" as his epitaph. In the end, he chickened out.
I have been there a few times (not that I have been that into a Jim Morrison pilgrimage, but it is a nice part of Paris and the cemetery is interesting on its own). The cult of celebrity is strong in the gullible.
Coincidence... My sister told me, we family, just got around to putting on the headstone at my sisters grave. Expensive.
I Told You I Didn't Feel Well
I've Got The Remote
No, Fuck YOU!
He missed out on fifty years of supermodels, going to private resorts on private planes, and campaigning for Democratic candidates. He was well out of it. Think of the vale of tears that Rod Stewart that must continue to face every day of his life.
William said...He missed out on fifty years of supermodels, going to private resorts on private planes, and campaigning for Democratic candidates. He was well out of it.
Morrison would have evolved into a Republican, reconciling with his father. Anyone who named "news" as his favorite TV show could/would not be in the tank for Hillary.
I knew there had to be someone besides Ted Nugent-- although it must be said that in recent days musicians have become quite vehement in defense of property rights.
"A faithful journey matters."
Those are the words I "heard" as though they'd been spoken out loud to me, when I was in a dark place in my life during my 50's with very little hope before me. I heard them as though they were audibly spoken in a voice that was not my own, clear enough to surprise me into sitting up and go looking for a pencil, after which I wrote them in the back cover page of a nearby book.
I've since wondered where those words and that thought came from as I wasn't into believing much of anything mattered and wouldn't have said or thought something like that then. Plus it's vague. What constitutes faithful? What does mattering involve? What kind of a statement is that? Encouragement? Affirmation?
Yet, that's the phrase that has stayed with me and mattered to me through the step by step process of moving from desolation to engage in connection and expression again.
The other phrase I like: "To Give and Receive Light is our whole and holy purpose" is what I put on the back of the Nativity I painted last year and it's what I'd like whomever is left to attend to my memorial service to put on the memorial card if they've a mind to do so.
The truth is, MrM and I have already bought what I call my "Life Stone". It's a large piece of limestone showing a carved picture of a gigantic tree with spreading branches and foliage, and a knothole in the tree, with the word "LIFE" carved in large letters underneath. Right now it resides over my window box garden. Whomever wants it can have it, after my ashes are scattered returned to the earth and if no one wants it, it can be sold or given away. Someone will want it, I'm sure of that, as LIFE moves on.
Found this quote today, which fits: Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but ... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
― Gabriel García Márquez
As for wisdom drying up and blowing away, it can be found again in the crossover between Emotion and Reason. It's the sweet spot in the Venn Diagram of those two overlapping. Too much of one or the other, with a gap inbetween, can make it look like wisdom has left the building, when it's there all along waiting for the "Aha" of connection.
Cool.
MamaM makes me feel both sad and thirsty for more wisdom like hers.
Nice post, MamaM. Thank you.
@MamaM: Thanks for the post! I can away my "where's MamaM?" tag for a while.
@Lem: Last time I was back in Wisconsin, my mom took me to a tiny cemetery outside of Richland Center where four of her sisters lie buried. They bracketed her in age but three died as young children and their graves lay hidden, unmarked, and forgotten for 70 years--much like their stories--until she finally bought them a decent tombstone.
MamaM: Those are fine thoughts. Maybe you're one of the predestined. I've never had a religious experience myself, but they happen. And maybe there's a reason why they happen to some people and not to others.
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