Death & Life
One of my two elderly dogs died today after a lingering decline that was mostly peaceful. She went to sleep at my side and didn't wake up this morning. I will shortly bury her.
In the email, I got the announcement of the memorial service for Allan Kaprow, 3:-6: pm June 3 in the Visual Arts Facility, at UCSD La Jolla, CA. for those of you who knew and loved or simply admired him. Several museums internationally are now planning retrospectives. Many other people died today or had their lives celebrated. So did many other animals & plants.
My other dog came over to sniff Bambie, the dog who died, when I carried her downstairs, wrapped in a flowered sheet in which she will be buried. Then Brittany walked slowly over to the couch and asked me to help her up so she could lay down . Now Brittany, my Dobie, is asleep on the couch, mourning in the ways of dog culture. Shortly a friend will be by to help me bury Bambie. My cat doesn't seem to care, even tho she lay all night against Bambie. I have always been struck by the apparent willingness of animals to acept death, even as I have watched them grieve. My cat, however, in the ways of cat, may just be better at hiding her feelings.
And already, I have smiled at two emails that came in today and considered various plans ahead, some I anticipate, few of which include my animals. I confess to being relieved not to worry about Bambie any more. I have heard many people say that about a parent who passed away, even tho they loved them well. Death makes way for life.
I have heard or seen something that gave me a flash of anger about global warming or some injustice in the world. I have considered my friends today with warmth and what flowers I might plant over her grave with pleasure
I sent in a decline on a professional situation last night, received a rejection for a professional plan I didn't really want to do someplace else in the world this morning and considered whether I really want to do another far-flung project even while I put my mind to new deadlines for due work enthusiastically requested, in the next couple weeks. All that flying doesn't help solve the global warming issues.
This is all to say we are all very small & vulnerable in the larger scheme of things. And yet we are very large at times and in special places. And what does that have to do with global warming and ecological art? Well, I think you can figure that out for yourselves.
I can concentrate better now on work I want to do. I can give Brittany more attention. Life continues. As I learned in a performance I once did on the nature of grief, after my father died, it is in the balance between joy & grief that we find sanity.
In the email, I got the announcement of the memorial service for Allan Kaprow, 3:-6: pm June 3 in the Visual Arts Facility, at UCSD La Jolla, CA. for those of you who knew and loved or simply admired him. Several museums internationally are now planning retrospectives. Many other people died today or had their lives celebrated. So did many other animals & plants.
My other dog came over to sniff Bambie, the dog who died, when I carried her downstairs, wrapped in a flowered sheet in which she will be buried. Then Brittany walked slowly over to the couch and asked me to help her up so she could lay down . Now Brittany, my Dobie, is asleep on the couch, mourning in the ways of dog culture. Shortly a friend will be by to help me bury Bambie. My cat doesn't seem to care, even tho she lay all night against Bambie. I have always been struck by the apparent willingness of animals to acept death, even as I have watched them grieve. My cat, however, in the ways of cat, may just be better at hiding her feelings.
And already, I have smiled at two emails that came in today and considered various plans ahead, some I anticipate, few of which include my animals. I confess to being relieved not to worry about Bambie any more. I have heard many people say that about a parent who passed away, even tho they loved them well. Death makes way for life.
I have heard or seen something that gave me a flash of anger about global warming or some injustice in the world. I have considered my friends today with warmth and what flowers I might plant over her grave with pleasure
I sent in a decline on a professional situation last night, received a rejection for a professional plan I didn't really want to do someplace else in the world this morning and considered whether I really want to do another far-flung project even while I put my mind to new deadlines for due work enthusiastically requested, in the next couple weeks. All that flying doesn't help solve the global warming issues.
This is all to say we are all very small & vulnerable in the larger scheme of things. And yet we are very large at times and in special places. And what does that have to do with global warming and ecological art? Well, I think you can figure that out for yourselves.
I can concentrate better now on work I want to do. I can give Brittany more attention. Life continues. As I learned in a performance I once did on the nature of grief, after my father died, it is in the balance between joy & grief that we find sanity.
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