About
“I can hold in a great deal; I don’t speak
until the waters overflow their banks
and break through the dam.”
–Leonard Cohen
We. Photo by Mary Kay.
I photo. I take day trips. I lightsaber battle. I analyze the stuffing out of myself.
My primary stuffing: married, mother, conceptual artist.
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“Mother Blue” is an amalgamation of my overflowing thoughts that just needed to come out. It’s a response to the gentle nudging of many friends, especially Lisa Toboz, that I should start documenting things through some sort of online journal. And so this is my introduction into my random thoughts, adventures, and self exploration through the lens of my Nikon Coolpix. (Oh, and there may be a few celebrity deaths, too.)
I am not sure I remember you from Point Park. But I wanted you to know you are not alone in missing Momma Te.
I way always a bit depressed by the muppet movie too. But for me it was because until I met Monte I thought the rainbow was a lie, the man behind a curtain telling us to go away. Monte proved that darkness is just light needing help refracting. And I know that someday we’ll find it.
I hope your day goes better. I hope we can continue to laugh and sing and remember in ways that don’t dig into the soft bits and twist the breath from our words.
Kindest Regards and deppest sympathies,
Danielle Aubenque
One of Momma’s kids
It is I who should be offering you condolences. All of you had such an amazing bond with such a brilliant soul. He really was such a presence. I barely knew him and yet he made everyone feel as if he knew them so well. I admired him from afar and within earshot. That voice in the halls is one I will always remember. I grieve for all of you and the presence you have lost in your lives.
I never really approached him at PPC except in groups of my friends who were also his friends. Or within the spontaneous elevator songs where we all shared a smile, or a “gurlllll” and nothing more. At the time, I felt he was larger than life and my existence was miniscule. (it was the 90s and grunge depression was king, so what can I say.
) I don’t know if he even knew my name or remembered me at all. My experience in Starbucks with the baristas bursting into song was a divine occurence, in my opinion. One that I think he may have had something to do with his influence. My search to be a better person and discover a better path led me to write about him and moved me to tears in that Starbucks. I wish I would have reached out and been braver with my self confidence back then. But maybe the spontaneous song (which had something to do with love letters, believe it or not) was his way of still working his magic and moving the universe towards the good and full potential in everyone.
I have so many friends who are grieving over this person. I am so sorry for your loss. I am glad that you stopped by to say hello. He left me a gift. I hope knowing that he is still touching lives, even one not directly related to his, gives you some peace.
Much peace and happiness to you,
Kim (McCarty) Rullo