Absolutley agree. To be an artist, you don’t have to be exact, just convincing. A simple combination of colors. An arrangment of sticks into a medicine wheel on the ground. Anything that gives anyone any reason to pause for a second and contemplate. I like to create sacred spaces, little books, drawings, paintings, songs, firepits, birhouses, west african drums, tarot spreads, altars.
The memorial was perfect. I converted his grave site into a place of meditation: with stones, sand, rosebush, moonshine yarrow, dream catcher, a tiny Jesus, and a beautiful Buddha statue both looking down on him.
The ceremony included: friends, west African drums, incense, light rain, and party favors.
Thanks so much for the kind words Jenny. Not surprisingly, the amount of love coming at me from friends is quite amazing. Everyone who ever met Pinky T remembers him. He’s a charming lad that never met a stranger. And yes, there is no doubt he will be pawing at me from the astral plane til I join him there.
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