I began
a little notebook of thoughts the day I brought
Erics' ashes home to be with us until the ceremonial
~Closure~ at Freesoul Rock. The only way I could
release the thoughts and feelings which wanted to
pour out of me all jumbled upon each other, was to
try shaping them into prose/poetry so that they
would have form to hold them stationary long enough
to be understood ..... That little notebook was with
me for weeks. Sometimes I would change one word or
add a few lines... begin a new ~topical aspect ....
sometimes I would just read the words to find and
try to understand my feelings and relate to life
again. After a while, I transferred it to the
computer so that I could more easily work with what
I though of as my...
ODE
TO
ERIC~
YOUR
THINGSthis
one, as yet still unfinished, is
simple poetic, nostalgic thoughts
surrounded by
Animated GIFs. representing a lot of
Erics' childhood favorites!
I
offer it to you as an example of one tool
anyone can use to do the same. It
works for me.Your
gypsy, (Nina)
Over
the next year, the work seemed to separate
itself, of itself, into individual works with
titles of their own. I'm going to copy it
here to share with you. Many are very
primitive and I'm not sure when , where (or
if ever) they will end themselves. They are
very personal and might not make much sense
to those who didn't know Eric, or have not
read his story. A few are finished. Mostly -
it's still my way of taking out my feelings,
emotions and thoughts and examining
myself.... working my way through it all. ~
I began
a little notebook of thoughts the day I brought
Erics' ashes home to be with us until the ceremonial
~Closure~ at Freesoul Rock. The only way I could
release the thoughts and feelings which wanted to
pour out of me all jumbled upon each other, was to
try shaping them into prose/poetry so that they
would have form to hold them stationary long enough
to be understood ..... That little notebook was with
me for weeks. Sometimes I would change one word or
add a few lines... begin a new ~topical aspect ....
sometimes I would just read the words to find and
try to understand my feelings and relate to life
again. After a while, I transferred it to the
computer so that I could more easily work with what
I though of as my...
Over
the next year, the work seemed to separate
itself, of itself, into individual works with
titles of their own. I'm going to copy it
here to share with you. Many are very
primitive and I'm not sure when , where (or
if ever) they will end themselves. They are
very personal and might not make much sense
to those who didn't know Eric, or have not
read his story. A few are finished. Mostly -
it's still my way of taking out my feelings,
emotions and thoughts and examining
myself.... working my way through it all. ~
