I just learned last night of the death in November of Sharon Mann, a wonderful artist and bright spirit, who was diagnosed with brain cancer in 2019.
You can find her magical art and words here.
black dreams beat away sleep
with raw beauty beyond recall
what language uses shadows
to whisper why to ask
the moonlight to show who
sings the lost wind soaring
through the still blue time
of aftering
K. 
Oh, you’re right–ours are so similar, even though about different emotions.
I had a first one that I didn’t post that was more about grief and loss that also used some of the same words. So strange!
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Emotions are deep and wide. The Oracle knows.
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She does, indeed.
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Such deep sadness in this, like birds swept away in a storm. I ended up looking at the Nature set because I got nothing from the usual sets.
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Sometimes the Oracle makes us work. This came right away, as I was still feeling the dreams whose details I couldn’t catch. The sadness will linger awhile.
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She makes us work to decide what we really feel.
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Yes. We don’t always know.
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It’s good to sit down and really pick over what we believe and what we consider to be our principles.
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Yes, and to review those beliefs from time to time.
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Yes. Only idiots never change.
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This poem is very poignant, Kerfe.
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Thanks Robbie.
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such a vivid first line, K.
Condolences on your and the planet’s loss of a bright spirit.
Your collage looks like a cosmic fish. I can see her now as she:
“sings the lost wind soaring
through the still blue time
of aftering”
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Thanks Jade. it never gets easier, but I like to think of souls sailing the Milky Way, as the Native Americans believe. (K)
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Aftering. I like it.
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I hope it will be so. Thanks Bela.
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yours cast a shadow upon my heart with this piece.
❤
David
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Thanks David. Death is never easy.
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yesterday I picked up a young hitchhiker and gave him a lift for 50 miles up the coast from Santa Cruz to Pacifica. We talked of many things – one of which was creativity, and artists. He said time is an illusion – and he might be right. I replied that, maybe so – but the moment of creation, and the lives of creators, cause me to think that for some, time is how creativity continues to express itself, again and again, in a wondrous fount of homage to the original creation. but then, as I edge closer to the end of my own time, I have come to accept that I know very little ~
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We know so little…and yet it is continually wondrous. Exactly. (K)
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A suitable tribute to a soul who has journeyed beyond. The Oracle knows well how to respond to such losses!
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She does. As Jane says, she helps us clarify what we are feeling.
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