🎵 Flying Colours 🎵
Greetings, while savoring a few musical notes and images from Saturday’s multi-generational, soul-stirring, at-times hilarious, tributes to the life of my mother.
our program
(Microsoft Word’s “helpful” suggested copy-edits here don’t appear on the print version, but this one’s slightly easier to read digitally. Clearly they missed the depth psychology memo, or the newShrink pieces, on how archetypal passages like this call not for mere color but archetypal colours!
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the playlist
Our music during the Prelude and Exit is a browsable public playlist on Spotify that looks like this. The muddy background color here wasn’t optional… nor is it a colour! You should be able to play it here by clicking the play arrow.
sweet synchronicity…
We couldn’t have planned (and weren’t charged for) the event-themed rainbow in an otherwise frozen fountain on this frigid, but gloriously cloudless, day.
The rainbow appeared for a remarkable number of guests who noticed, commented and snapped photos throughout the gathering arrival and departure times.
Our final exit song could hardly have been more apt.
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And, that is all I have! Talk to you soon.
NewShrink will return around the first of February, after a break from photos and writing much of anything.
🦋💙 tish
… it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
— William Stafford, “A Ritual to Read to Each Other”
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