tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533670265529653994.post2051476152965861222..comments2012-12-21T17:50:31.009-08:00Comments on Face of Consciousness: Patrick Donovan, N.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03482454050424106137noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533670265529653994.post-18476981511345578812010-08-10T18:47:58.211-07:002010-08-10T18:47:58.211-07:00A healing blessing (and heartfelt empathy) to you ...A healing blessing (and heartfelt empathy) to you and all others who share in this fluid dance between celebration in the dear one who lives and the deep sadness over such loss in either sensibility, patience or connection with what is. I believe our presence and love are never lost or useless. Thank you Dr. Donovan for sharing this. The part of me that houses dread and discomfort is quieter now that I have read and offered this blessing. I shall pay him a visit tonight! ~Susan (Graduate Student at Seattle U.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533670265529653994.post-3825890434944897802010-05-24T14:34:49.874-07:002010-05-24T14:34:49.874-07:00My father always raged against "that dark nig...My father always raged against "that dark night." His heart and soul, Celtic as it was, raged with life. Now, in his vascular decline into dementia, he still rages. Although he often doesn't make sense... he still rages.<br /><br />Dan, I believe it is the soul that rages and not the mind. Your brother WILL rage "as he did in his young man days."Patrick Donovan, N.D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03482454050424106137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533670265529653994.post-66005241307333164972010-05-24T06:43:39.682-07:002010-05-24T06:43:39.682-07:00Another perspective follows and complements:
Bro...Another perspective follows and complements:<br /><br /><br />Brother<br /><br />Oh! Brother,<br />my only brother. <br /><br />Will you leave us all behind?<br />I fear you will go gently quietly<br /><br />and I, I want you to rage-<br />Rage as you did in your young man days,<br />with power and anger and loud bravado. <br />I want you still<br />to be fearless, without hesitation without mumbling and stumbling.<br /><br />Run swiftly again <br />Like that dash in ’61,<br />Run out the door and go to the dance for<br />your life has always been a dance of joy. <br />And dance is the first art.<br /><br />It was you who gave me one more innocent Christmas in ’58.<br />It was you who felt the heat of Tet in ’68.<br /><br />I have known you my whole life,<br />this entire life<br />I cannot bear this loss<br /> this way<br />not tomorrow and certainly not this day.<br /><br />Time was, we placed our spades unto the earth,<br />planted our roots deeply and watered well as our father taught.<br />Daffodils in Spring<br />Roses in June<br />Apples in Autumn<br />Abundance of life and joy and love.<br /><br />If now it happens that your mind can no longer articulate,<br />then let your heart reflect that<br />You have known the Beautiful;<br />that you have seen the Good.<br />For if you truly cease to be,<br />then you never were and I cannot believe that. <br /><br />So, my brother, <br />take this with you, keep this with you, bear this eternally:<br />What you forget,<br />I will remember;<br />When words escape you,<br />I will find them;<br />When darkness falls,<br />I will carry your light. <br /><br />c df cicora 2010Dan Cicorahttp://faceofconsciousness.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com