Dear Diane, Ohhhhhh. My. Max's poem is so beautiful, and I am so sorry for why he was caused to write it. May your sister-in-law's memory be always for a blessing.
Ever since first being introduced to Open Space I have appreciated it as a powerful therapeutic modality. Much of healing is self-organized, after all - remove the obstacles to cure // open the space, and the heart-mind-body often knows just what to do. Warm wishes to you and your family, Christy Christy Lee-Engel, ND, LAc 206.399.0868 http://oneskywellness.com On Fri, May 1, 2009 at 6:50 AM, Diane Cline <di...@othconsulting.com> wrote: > OS friends, > You have no idea how important it has been for me to read these poems and > feel the calling of Open Space at a time like this. Harrison Owen met with > me in January 2008 when I was transitioning out of my tight narrow secretive > job as an intelligence officer and resigned to become a graphic recorder and > go back to teaching Classics (Greek and Roman stuff). > We buried my sister-in-law on Monday April 27 (Google "Sausalito homicide" > for details - huge story in Marin). > Her son, Max, 12, has been living with us for two years now. Below is the > poem he read (choked out) at the service which he wrote the morning after I > told him the news last Sunday (April 19). She was a complicated person, and > he got that. The funeral was a short 30 minute Jewish service at the > cemetery. > Creating Open Space: I took on the responsibility of organizing the > funeral, buying the plot, arranging for her body to come to Maryland from > Petaluma, etc. But on Sunday before the Monday service the Rabbi came to > firm up the order of the service pick the psalms and readings and I put the > two brothers "in charge", the two brothers being my husband and his 9 years > younger brother, who loved and fought with their sister. I gardened. > The Rabbi comes over, sits down, and 3 hours later is still listening to > their stories. Marathon pastoral counseling session for the two brothers. > Finally they close the open space, he leaves, the little brother leaves, and > I ask my husband, "so, how was it"? and my husband says to me, "It was > wonderful, but I still don't get why the Rabbi needed so much information > about her when it is only a 30 minute service?" > Sigh........................................... > > Mom > By Max Clary > > I remember your touch, > like the sun right after winter, > I remember your face, > wrinkled, > like a warn out road, > I remember your voice, > soft like a spring breeze, > but scratchy, > like a branch against a window, > I remember your love, > like a blanket wrapped, > around a new born, > I remember your hair, > golden, > like a butterflies wings, > curly, > like ribbons, > i remember your hands, > soft like and angel wing, > but bony like bark, > I remember your jewelry, > colorful like a meadow of wild flowers. > -- > > * * ========================================================== osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist
