Not a body or voice–
something is listening,
filling me with prescience,
nourishment, shelter, rest,
warmth, an embrace. Time and
space have no horizons.
Who knows what is
hidden—earthbound
or beyond—singing
in parallel time?
And where am I?
I can’t comprehend,
can’t contain this feeling–
it is always spilling
out and then refilling
with gratitude–I just
let silence reflect me,
imprinted on the land
Thanks Sue.
K. 
Very good K.
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Beautiful Kerfe!
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Thanks Jill!
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what a liberating and delightful tribute Kerfe, well done!
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Thanks Kate!
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That’s lovely, Kerfe. I will add that to the book of tributes for the funeral. Thank you ❤️
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I’m sure it will be overflowing.
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Yes, it will…
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‘Time and
space have no horizons.’
🙏
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If anything embodied Sue’s philosophy, that was it.
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I am sorry I came late to the blogging world and didn’t get to know her.
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I think her spirit will be lingering in many people’s work.
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This is exactly the kind of thought that inspired Sue, and that she has inspired others with. It’s moving in its peace.
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Thanks Jane. She really became part of the landscape, and everything in it. I could feel the connection, even if I did not always understand her symbolic language.
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Yes, I know what you mean. I don’t do the symbolism thing either. Animals seem to blend in with their environment without analysing anything at all.
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I never thought of it that way, but yes.
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Yes. This is very real and relatable, Kerfe! Could you please tell me a bit about Sue Vincent and what thoughts she brings up for you?
❤
David
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I first got to know Sue through her #writephoto prompts–she was a careful and keen observer and her photos always have a touch of magic to them. They were what inspired my watercolor mandalas, which is such an important part of my art-making now. She was also such a bright and generous spirit–welcoming and encouraging everyone’s writing attempts, and with them, our attempts to make sense of the world (isn’t that what we’re all doing with our writing?). She faced her illness, as she did everything, with humor and grace, neither hiding her bouts of anger and frustration, nor giving in to them. She really knew the land and its inhabitants, and if I did not always understand the symbolic connections she made, I could feel the reciprocity that made her intuition about people, animals, places, and things so powerful. I will miss her voice, vision, and spirit.
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Such a lovely tribute, Kerfe.
I knew her mostly through others, but “Time and
space have no horizons” sounds like what I have seen of her photos, prompts , and writing.
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Thanks Merril. Her photos were such an inspiration for my watercolors, and her generous spirit definitely influenced the way I look at the world.
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💙
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Beautiful. It does feel like she is holding us in her love.
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It does. Thanks Alethea.
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🤗🤗🤗🙏🏽💕🙏🏽❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks Jude.
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