On The Night Mom Diedfeatured
I call this one, “Full Moon On The Water On The Night My Mom Died.”
Colin Beavan
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Eulogy To My Momfeatured
Here is a poem that comes from the funeral ceremony of the Zen tradition of which I am a part. It is called The Human Route Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed – that is human.When you are born, where do you come from?When you die, where do you go?Life is like a floating cloud which appears.Death Read more
Yes, I’m a quitterfeatured
If you want a life of meaning and purpose, you have to be willing to quit what feels meaningless and purposeless. But if you quit things that are meaningless and purposeless, you leave room for things that have meaning and purpose. Do you think it’s wrong to quit? I used to. I stayed in relationships Read more
After Mom’s Deathfeatured
Posted in When mom died
So when my mom was dying, I’d go and visit her in the morning and then take a break and then go visit her in the afternoon again. One day, I was listening to Bonnie Raitt I Can’t Make You Love Me in the car on the way back to her hospital bed. I got Read more
Conversation With My Dying Momfeatured
Posted in When mom died
Visiting my mom, she didn’t say much when I arrived. She seemed to want to doze. I got my computer out to pay her bills while she napped. Then I thought twice. I thought, before I go to bill paying, I’d ask if there was anything she needed to discuss. “Yes,” she said, suddenly alert. Read more
