A Radically Positive (and Honest) Look at Dying
Writings by other than Mollie Curry or Kimchi Rylander
11 January 2017.
Last night at the White Owl, with a fire blazing in the masonry stove, about fifteen of us gathered for a song circle inspired by Kimchi’s desire, in her time of transition, to have more singing in her life. This was the first in a series of circles; the plan is to hold one per week. Continue reading “During the Winter, Sing!”
The night of Tuesday, December twentieth, was the longest of the year; Wednesday morning, I joined several others at the top of Lottawatta Way to sing (and drum) up the sun, Earthaven style. As she rose, great and orange, over a mound between two ridges, we serenaded each neighborhood, beginning with the one at our feet: “Hut Hamlet, you are beautiful/Hut Hamlet, you are strong/So wonderful to be with/We’ll help you carry on/Hut Hamlet, hear our loving song.”
Continue reading “Perfect Offerings-Up in Smoke by Helen Zuman”
When I met Kimchi, in spring 2016, I knew she had cancer; I believe I’d seen a notice in the Earthaven newsletter that she was fundraising for holistic treatment her insurance didn’t cover. But that first time I saw her traipsing up the path to Medicine Wheel, aglow in shades of teal and turquoise (and, in my memory, accompanied by the tinkle of tiny cowbells), her illness seemed like a distant threat she could easily beat. It, not she, would pass. Continue reading “Another Assignment, by Helen Zuman”