I know this is an older post, but it showed up as a link in something else, and so I followed it, and I’m grateful I did. As I get older (late 60s), I celebrate the birth days of my parents and my older sister, and friends who have gone before me into the great unknown. The death days were so awful, I chose to let them go and instead think of them on the happiest day, when they made their arrival into this world. I still cry, I still miss them, but it’s a little easier not having to think of them in hospital or dying of something, but as the people I remember so well, the good moments, the glimmers in their lives that I am reminded of on those birthday remembrances. I love your refuge ideas, and I may try that, as a way to see them in a new light, maybe new glimmers.
Thank you for reading and sharing all of this, Annie. I love that you cling to the good memories. I try to, as well. Sending you love and light this holiday season!
Thank you for sharing this moving piece. I could relate to both the joy you felt, being at the museum with your daughters, and the glimmers you shared with Preston
I had not heard the term “glimmers” before and it’s so perfect. I recognize those moments but didn’t have a name for them.
I loved reading about your museum trip with your girls. I’m glad it was a successful first trip as a trio, first of many I’m sure. Going to art museums with Kiki was one of our best shared activities, and I go now, solo, hoping to connect with her.
I love your description of standing in front of the Matisse. “Black is a color of light”. I had a remarkable experience recently, in Roswell NM at a Susan Marie Dopp installation. I was the only person there and sat for a long time absorbing it.
Finding these places of refuge can be such an important way of getting through the hard days.
I'm glad you got to experience "glimmers" with your daughter and have found solace in art museums and galleries as I have. What I'm learning is that when I'm at my lowest is when I most need to receive art and when I'm at my highest is when I need to give it. May we continue to give and receive humanity's most beautiful gift 🎁 Thank you so much for reading, Tina, and for your encouragement 🙏
I know this is an older post, but it showed up as a link in something else, and so I followed it, and I’m grateful I did. As I get older (late 60s), I celebrate the birth days of my parents and my older sister, and friends who have gone before me into the great unknown. The death days were so awful, I chose to let them go and instead think of them on the happiest day, when they made their arrival into this world. I still cry, I still miss them, but it’s a little easier not having to think of them in hospital or dying of something, but as the people I remember so well, the good moments, the glimmers in their lives that I am reminded of on those birthday remembrances. I love your refuge ideas, and I may try that, as a way to see them in a new light, maybe new glimmers.
Thank you for reading and sharing all of this, Annie. I love that you cling to the good memories. I try to, as well. Sending you love and light this holiday season!
Thank you for sharing this moving piece. I could relate to both the joy you felt, being at the museum with your daughters, and the glimmers you shared with Preston
I had not heard the term “glimmers” before and it’s so perfect. I recognize those moments but didn’t have a name for them.
I loved reading about your museum trip with your girls. I’m glad it was a successful first trip as a trio, first of many I’m sure. Going to art museums with Kiki was one of our best shared activities, and I go now, solo, hoping to connect with her.
I love your description of standing in front of the Matisse. “Black is a color of light”. I had a remarkable experience recently, in Roswell NM at a Susan Marie Dopp installation. I was the only person there and sat for a long time absorbing it.
Finding these places of refuge can be such an important way of getting through the hard days.
I'm glad you got to experience "glimmers" with your daughter and have found solace in art museums and galleries as I have. What I'm learning is that when I'm at my lowest is when I most need to receive art and when I'm at my highest is when I need to give it. May we continue to give and receive humanity's most beautiful gift 🎁 Thank you so much for reading, Tina, and for your encouragement 🙏