a friend of mine just posted this and it touched me if a very profound way. while i have never been suicidal, ive suffered from depression my whole life (as have many of the other artists in my family going back a long way). her words about the tragic loss of Robin Williams made me cry. so very brave. There is not a moment of my life that has not been painted over with the gray and black hues of suicide and depression. Not. One. Moment. It runs in my family as though it were part of the bloodline. At some point I stopped wringing my hands and asking why, and just started to bow my head murmuring, I get it. Go with love. Go with grace. Well not forget. Even though the not forgetting is harder than the alternative. This society is a really difficult place to be for the ultra sensitive individual. Indeed, Id argue that it is designed to eliminate us altogether. The fact that so many of us figure out ways to survive despite that is a testimony to our collective warrior spirit. Every time a light goes out I feel it deep inside my bones. Its not just a tragic loss its a reminder of how we, as society, and as individuals have failed each other. Its a reminder to hold each other with compassion, with love, with kindness, to reach out and touch each other beyond the surface. Here is my invitation. My outstretched hand. My open heart. I love you.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 21:34:26 +0000
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