The Vibrant Channeled Creator

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Last night
Media came to visit
intimately.

It tweeted of Robin Williams’ suicide.

Don showed me three of his “Mork and Mindy” TV Shows
while we wondered at his choice of costume, rigid body, alien gestures and definition of money:
“Money goes to the bank and meets other money:then together, they make more.”
I thought how light, lean and hopeful he looked. His ‘improv’ played my heart strings.

I remembered the “World According to Garp”, about a family’s devotion to each other.

And all the Disney characters who brought heroism, larger than life, to my cartooning students.
Some of their animated gestures were taken from Robin’s mimes.

Then one day, he got serious.
About comedy.
About entertainment.
About money.
About family.
It was overwhelming.

He took his breath
and
set it free
in the spirit world.

The audience is quiet.
The curtain fell.
Now he is with us…

Meeting Kavi at Ginger’s House

I like the way,
at Ginger’s house
we took turns
around the circle.

First there was Kavi,
17 months old,
circling the rooms:
his carry-case abreast.

He crooned-
and delicately chewed
the cranberries and nuts
to Indian/African tunes.

From 17 months to
77 years old we each
took turns being
acknowledged:
aunties, uncles, cousins, moms and dads.

Spoke of opera, museums,
moving films we’ve made
created from a place
that played and sang and danced:

“How best can we take care
of earth, and man, and woman?
Teach our tiny ones to care,
discover life and share?”

Together.
Together,
always in this circle.

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