A few years ago my dad helped me with a piece for my sister. Shannon was slowly transitioning out of a business venture that she had built from the ground up.
I had tried to imagine what the process of leaving would be like.
He made suggestions, I ignored them.
I tried other words, couldn’t make them work and went back to his suggestions.
This is the only piece we ever co-wrote and I am proud to share it here.
| there was no clock here minutes passed to hours moments became ours where yours and mine released into us. we, made light fill our minds moved through space and time and found sacred spaces secret places hiding in plain view. all the while in this we, made long lines of life and limb reaching to imagined skies fingertips blazing in animal pantomimes. we offered our best and worst to our adopted spirits. drawing fingers opened wide reaching for that hanging sweet breath. and breathe we did.finding harmony within us and between us where namaste waited for us to accept the offering that felt so new and yet so familiar. flowing greeted and grateful head bowed down in awe in honour heels planted like oak roots and ass to the sky. |
this is a strange salute
to the universe
but damn
it feels good.
now we accept we are fractured
and fictional
and factioned
yet we find focus
in the breathing.
on this emotion, in the breathing.
on that sick relative, in the breathing.
on that random guy over there… in. the. breathing.
my gods, what time is it?
a prescient metaphor but cruelly imprecise.
I know what time it is. we know the time has come.
so, we leave in slow motion,
caught in the gravity of memory.
and we, keep breathing as the door opens
and light speed life
taunts us
disses us
and offers this,
there is no clock here.
wonder expands and expects
a willing child
to follow,
so we do…
…because
we are
wonder full.
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Thank you, everyone single one of you for being here with us today.
Throughout this evening and the last few days, I have found myself many times both thankful and humbled by the love, compassion, and grace of our community.
Your presence with me, my sister, and my mom is overwhelming and appreciated tremendously. And I thank you all for being a part of our family.
I love you Pop.
