25 Years

“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.” –Neil Gaiman.

25 years ago today, my father died suddenly of a massive heart attack. My mother found him, lying face down in the cold and snow in our backyard.

I never got to say goodbye. Never got to tell him how much I love him, how grateful I was to have him in my life, how proud of him I was.  How much I adored him.

Still, my greatest consolation is the knowledge that he is now home with the only One who could love him more than I. And I often feel his presence, both him and my mom, and I know deep down that neither of them has ever truly left me, as much as I miss their physical presence…the hugs, the smiles, the laughter.

Shifting the Sun

When your father dies, say the Irish
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the British,
you join the club you vowed you wouldn’t.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever
and you walk in his light.

–Diana Der-Hovanessian
From the book Beloved on the Earth: 150 Poems of Grief and Gratidude

Thank you, daddy, for leaving me your light.

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Create Something

The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

–Kurt Vonnegut

A New Year’s Wish

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

–Neil Gaiman

I’ve been saving that quote to use here for months! It’s my deepest wish for myself for this coming year (and beyond), and for all of you, whether you are a regular follower or just stopping by. I hope your 2018 is filled with blessings of all kinds, and that you discover a plethora of lovely, magnificent surprises along the way.

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