Monday, August 12, 2019

terribly sad about joy

A good day if there is a dog involved, This is Deuce, studio pup, happiest little soul - I went up to pay the rent, look around, uninspired, came back home. But not without playing with Deuce, he has the best sense of humor and can talk.

Like a low grade fever, depression is just sort of hanging around waiting to pounce or to be shaken wit less. I think the later is the best idea. Depression seems to be the flavor of the day, living  in these incredibly interesting, horrifying days. " throw me in the shallow end!" please! 

 I was given a tooth macaroon filled with coffee mousse from Mr. Man's Hygienist - it was hygienist appreciation day at the office so there were enough to bring one home. 
Delish and delightful, gives one a happy reason to hang out with a dentist. 

Walking down by the bay This "JOY" was on the sidewalk. 
It was a "sign"
My friend had  just died, Her name was Joy.

She was my neighbor out on the rez. Tall Swedish, long braid coiled into a bun. She always offered tea in one of her many and varied tea cups, Always had some wonderful fruit cobbler still warm from the oven with cream...Her ideas were solid, her advice sincere, her guidance - somewhat adventurous and somewhat mischievous. We spent a lot of time together , out there, on the beach, gardening, nude sunbathing and talking about how utterly impossible man can be. 
I drove out , to check on the cabin  and to collect the pots of flowers I had taken out...and to say thank you, to what ever spirit might linger there.
She sold her house next  to our cabin, she had become too old to live on her own out there, but I thought there might be some of her left over. she had moved inland, to the mountains, her heart place.
I was wrong, There was nothing of Joy left at the house, so I went to the native cemetery.
That felt just right.

The graves are organic, in that they change always,  well looked after and  personalized, the spirits, so they say, have not entirely vanished into the cosmic soup. They come and go.

This grave is one I have not seen before , " Over the hill crossing" says the sign.

And this one with a backward leaning Mary- was not there the last time I visited.

Odd, fresh graves all same family, in a row, side by side like they are holding hands.  
The Butterfly bush doing it's ghosty lavender blur, the trees in the middle obscured a bit by blur .
Probably the way the sun was shining, though there is a thing about the Lummi cemetery- the spirits wander, they say, especially after 4:00 in the afternoon. It is a cemetery that you can feel- not in a spooky way, but in a presence way- A very thin veil between flesh and not flesh anymore- way.

And so, that was that, terribly sad about JOY,  she was ready, though,  she gave ample notice to loved ones, she was good and ready and I must say, her timing has always been right on target. 

This world has a way of wearing us out, breaking our hearts as well as  other flesh bits . My GAWD, what have we become 


  1. My brother's ex-wife and their sons have spent many, many years on Lummi Island. Not sure if any of them still live there. I know it must be so beautiful. That graveyard is one that I would be honored to be buried in. A place where people can come and be playful with the spirits. Not too much unlike in Mexico. I am sorry about your friend Joy. I hope her spirit is at peace.
    I wonder how many people have simply given up and died since DT became president. I imagine it's more than a few. And there are probably some who refuse to go until they see him out of office. Perhaps. The most stubborn.

    1. Since DT I can say that my health has slipped, mentally, emotionally which is ll tied up together Anger helps me side step depression but lately even anger has given up. Weeping when I see children, weeping when I look at the beauty of this perfect planet- How long before we become like the shocked dog?

  2. wonderful home of/for the dead. I love all the ornaments. sorry about your friend but not sorry as she was ready to go so she did.

    I'm in desperate need of a dentist. this loose tooth has to go.

    1. Some of us know better than to stick around! You may want to go to a restorative specialist dentist to save your tooth...they are like dominoes you know and they are very important- If you must lose it get an implant- yes it will cost you about 800 bucks but worth it.

  3. Had a chat recently about the age of names. My name is done being used, as is hers, we said. We don't know new baby Joanne's, or, sorry, Linda's, her name, too. Another name we touched on was Joy. Are there babies left in the world named Joy?

    1. maybe Joyella, or Joannenella, but LINDA is truly dead.It is a joke mane.

  4. I'm sorry about Joy. It helps that she was prepared, as you said. I love the blurry look of the butterfly bush -- it does seem a bit otherworldly.

    1. thank you, Steve. This would not be a cemetery for Olga and her kong. Too many toys and things around, she might have a blast tearing up the graves though.

  5. I'm sorry for your loss. The photos of the native cemetery are lovely. I like the idea of a cemetery where things change, and where mourners turn their grief into beautiful expressions of love.


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