Here we go again. It seems to be a week of watching shining lights dash into the heavens.

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Alan Rickman was, to me, a quintessential actor, capable of casting his talent like a magical net upon the story waters. He was a gem, often delightfully deliciously devious or melancholic in his roles. He could pull you into the core of a story, often with such subtlety, that you didn’t know it had happened till the end when you popped out through that looking glass and realized you’d been taken on one hell of a ride. You couldn’t help but love him. His knowledge of his craft shone brightly in everything he did.

There are certain roles, certain films, one simply cannot picture without him. And so it goes to say, he will be sorely missed.

Rest easy, Alan, and enjoy those stars. And thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

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There are certain people whose talent stands alone. They are shining lights from distant stars. Try as some might, they can never be duplicated. They are a force unto themselves.

David Bowie was one of them.

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He has headed home now to that galaxy beyond we always suspected he was from. His music has left us richer, and the world a little dimmer. Always unique and daring in his creativity, he will be greatly missed.

Still it gives comfort to imagine that, were we to listen carefully, one day not too long from now, we might just catch the magical tones of David Bowie wafting through the galactic air.

Bless you, David. And thank you.

Poetic Musings…

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Soft in the light I wandercandle-flame

Angels hovering – waiting, protecting

‘To be or not to be’ sing the strains of Hamlet

The air ripe with questions

Perhaps even possibilities

And I, riding their undulating waves,

Await answers – but from where

To be

                what would that mean –

                                exactly?

 

 

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Thank you Leonard for all the magical cinema moments and memories – of what’s possible in the skies and what’s possible here on earth – for that wonderful phrase ‘Live long & prosper’ which might just be a terrific mantra for us all – and for your incredible contribution to the Griffith Observatory, a special place in itself.

Your final tweet about life being like a garden could echo a chord within all our hearts.

Bless you, Leonard Nimoy, in this your gentle journey to the stars.

There goes another angel – flying high into those wild beautiful skies – or maybe to some faraway realm. Mork would probably have liked that.

robin williamsThe mad zany wonderful world that was ROBIN WILLIAMS. 

REST IN PEACE, ROBIN

You are pure genius and you will be profoundly missed. 

May you be wrapped in love as you make this journey beyond our world, just as you so often wrapped us in laughter, and yes sometimes tears.

You and your talent were a gift to us and we are grateful.

for Paul Horn

paul hornThank you for the beauty of  your music and of your heart. 

Serenity is yours. 

Blessings and the pure essence of the Aloha coming your way, Paul, as you sit among heaven’s clouds and play your magical flute.  If we listen deeply, we might hear it still.

                                                                     Namaste

 

Eli Wallach has left us for those stage boards in the sky.

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He was an amazing actor who gifted us with moments on both screen and stage that we will never forget. Tunes from movies are hummed and he comes to mind, some of them (the films) brilliant, all of them memorable. He entertained, he could be thought-provoking, at times his performances were riveting.

All in all, he was a jewel of an actor who will not be forgotten.

Thanks for the brilliance, Eli. Enjoy those skies.

Listen…

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 Listen to the winds

Everywhere there is poetry

Everywhere, a story

Your life and mine

 

The man in the street with a cup and a sign

The story it says of him

The story he has yet to tell

 

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Listen to the winds

Whispers and prayers

Whispers and blessings

Listen

 

The Gucci bag and the bling tell a tale

But what’s inside tells more

The country, the clan, the lone wolf

All dancing on song lines from yesterday to tomorrow

 

Beating a drum, a heartbeat, a rhythm

Of passion and promise, sorrow and longing

Desires and dreams

 

Everywhere there is poetry

Everywhere, a story

Listen to the winds

Listen

 

 

For Philip Seymour Hoffman – in memory & in gratitude

For sharing his amazing talent and beauty with us all … for daring to always push the envelop as an actor … and for being an inspiration to the world of story – THANK YOU.philip seymour hoffman 3 - Copy

This poem comes to mind – for his family, for his friends, and for those of us who never knew him personally but somehow feel the loss …

It is by Mary E Faye and it is called:     I DID NOT DIE

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.

I am not there. I did not die.

Bless your heart, Philip Seymour Hoffman. We are richer because you were here.

To dream …

As we begin to crest the wave of the holiday season and move closer to the end of a year, many of us start, once again, to ponder dreams and desires, both new and old. Forget the resolutions. This is more about the questions that help us sculpt a new world for ourselves. Questions like: what is a our heart’s desire, what do we truly love to do and are we doing it, how would we like to spend each day of the next year of our lives, and for some, with whom? Are we daring to love? And then there’s the larger question – what do we want for our world?

Dreams (and desires) are like stories waiting to be told. Sometimes we dare to look in their direction, feel a flutter in our hearts, and act. Sometimes they filter through the night space rather than the day, hovering.

As I ponder the power such dreams can hold and what waits in those proverbial wings, a wonderful Irish poet comes to mind. Someone whose work I have a fondness for – William Butler Yeats.

Below is a poem in which resides a segment many have come to know. I offer it to you as food for thought. I sense that Yeats would have liked that.

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AEDH WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN    –  

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

 

 

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.