Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A Year of Magical Thinking - A Grief Observed




The need for closure to Year One firmly calls
Even if my brisk hike may be slowed to some crawls
My awareness and perception have sometimes lagged
As I often Zigged when I should have Zagged
So for Dianna, I will take the path to Ramona Falls

I've thought long and hard and now I reckon
It's time to grasp opportunities as they beckon
I don't know what form they'll appear
But I'm ready to shed all my fear
As I move in to the unfolding year of second




365 times the sun has apparently risen and set. My view of the moon has gone from new to full a dozen times and twice have have day and night equally balanced. I have endured the longest night and survived the longest day, our 14th anniversary on June 21st to arrive on July 12th, 2011. One year ago I left Dianna on a Monday with a kiss and an acknowlegement of love and returned 4 hours later to find her gone, taking the only path she thought she had available.

My world and the shared world of her friends and family changed instantly and forever and I've been using much of the last year discovering how to accept, embrace, and move forward into this new reality. New friends have appeared (even today), old friends resurfaced, steadfast friends and family have offered a hand or hug and acquaintances have showed patience and compassion as I have I tried to make sense of something that doesn't follow rational rules.

The title of this entry is from reflections of fellow travelers Joan Didion and C.S. Lewis who lost their spouses. Joan Didion, whose husband John Dunne passed away at dinner after visiting their adult daughter who was in a coma, opens her book with the words:

Life changes fast
Life changes in a instant
You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
The question of self pity.

What follows is a raw and revealing look at bereavement and the process of grief as she describes the "magical thinking" which makes a intelligent rational person re-visit choices and play out scenarios in the hopes that outcomes will be different. If only this.. or if only that.. She also says we feel the need to "keep the dead alive to keep them with us.."

CS Lewis married at 58 and lost his wife due to cancer after only 4 years and shares his fears and doubts as he comes to terms with his experience of grief. He describes the fear and inertia that is prevalant early on and the feeling that "staying busy" and not fogetting your beloved are your main tasks. He eventually comes to terms with the ideas that bereavement is as much a stage of marriage as the honeymoon and that the relationship between the living and departed has to be established as something new, not just relying on the vagaries of memory or the vestiges of photos or writing to keep the other "alive". He felt the more he focused on what had been lost with the parting, the less he could celebrate the gifts that had come from his relationship which now become something different.

I've had a lot of time to read and reflect and many people have shared the experiences in word and deed on how they have dealt with loss and it rminds me it is both a shared journey and a singularly unique path where others advice only takes you so far. As a result and in honor of my metaphoric journey, I arose on July 12th, headed toward Mt Hood, turned left at ZigZag and embarked on an 7.1 mile hike to Ramona Falls, the first hike Dianna and I took together.

"The dazzling, picturesque Ramona Falls stands like a fountain centerpiece at the front of a wooded cathedral. The water appears as if from nowhere a hundred feet above you and fans out like a wedding veil to the creek bed below. As it trickles and ricochets off the basaltic rock-face, it gives it a glowing, almost phosphorescent appearance. This illusion is especially noticeable when the alder canopy allows the evening sun rays to pass through, like a spotlight on a great work of art."

The hike is supposed to be a simple straight forward 3 hour hike but 1/2 hour in I noticed some branches blocking my path and hopped over and continued my journey, eventually encountering evil flesh tearing plants and a path that kept disappearing and reappearing. I stayed close to the river looking for the bridge and now am an hour out walking the riverbed. As I start to tun back, an angel named Heather and a St. Bernard in the guise of a black lab come to the rescue. She had followed the same path and we found our way back although my new water bottle was lost during the return trip. Right at the pile of branches, a well marked path hairpined down to the water and the temporary bridge. Heather is a fellow SW Portlander and fan of Hillsdale and we have friends in common, so I quickly felt like I had a friend joining me on my journey. The falls appeared even more beautiful and we took a snack break and "soaked in" the view. I had time to reflect on my trips with Dianna to these falls and then I was ready to head home. The path along the river has a lush Japanese Garden feel and look to it and with gravity as my friend we sailed down the trail. We came to a horse fence and passed through to find a dead end so we made our second mistake of the day and headed toward a marked hikers bridge, made a river crossing and started climbing toward what we thought would lead us back to the main river. After about a 500 foot elevation game and the better part of an hour I ran out of gas and we reconsidered our options and reversed course. In hindsight, we realized we were heading along the Pacific Crest Trail in the direction of Mt. Hood which was stilla bout 15 miles away. Once again we returned to find an obvious trail leading in the right direction and we finally arrived back at the trailhead at 6:00. We both felt we had experienced elements of "Into the Wild" and "127 Hours" but were grateful for the successful completion and I appreciated the metaphor of getting off track even if you have a traveling companion. Once again , I thank Heather for showing up when she did.

I was supposed to meet at Judys by late afternoon for a tamale feed and I showed up bedraggled by 7:15. Loren & Veneta had stayed so I was able to spend time with them and Judy & the girls. I returned home to a reinvigorating shower and then picked up a message from Rick S to join him at Dianna's bench at 9:30. Meg was also there and as the full moon arced across the sky we lit a candle for Dianna and sat in rememberance. Onward to the year of seconds...

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

PAST is PROLOGUE







Some of us spend time too much time looking back
And focusing on those things we currently lack
Instead of facing forward and greeting the day
Open to the mysteries that might come our way
To send our life off on a revelatory all-new tack.

Each day marks the passing of a past event
And time doesn’t always show us what was meant
Of what at first might be seem to be only joy or sorrow
But turns out to permutate at some future tomorrow
Into a life - changing lesson that is heaven sent.


My muse has been hibernating much like Punxsutawney Phil and with this cool damp spring hasn’t been sure when to shake off the doldrums. I’m in a cleaning and organizing mode now where I’m reducing my outside activities and trying to some sense of alignment from the inside out – this will definitely be a work in progress.
Anniversaries are top of mind as I now am only 4 weeks away from the end of “First Times” after Dianna’s passing. I knew I wasn’t ready to journey back to Hawaii for our usual February vacation, but when I last wrote in January I was looking forward to a marathon golf outing with Larry in March before he attended the Masters. Plans changed when his knee realized it was 58 while demonstrating a move to an Air Force Academy wrestler. I had still hoped to visit Mary in Dallas on the way, so I juggled my schedule and got to spend a long enjoyable weekend at her ranch. Fortunately, only the dogs, horses, and chickens were witness to two 57 year-olds flying kites in the brisk Texas wind.
I followed 2 weeks later with a visit to LA to both check in with college buddies Scott, Kevin, and Jay and attend the Revelation conference with my friend Deb. The conference was filled with insights and ah-ha’s and I was able to hook up with Kevin and his son for afternoon StL-LA game in a seat behind home plate. Scott & Jay were busy so I’ll check in with them next time. The end of April saw Sean and I make the pilgrimage to land of Evan in NOLA and JazzFest where we got to see New Orleans through Evan’s eyes Sean was ready to move down after the first night as the guys checked out the late night shows after full days at JazzFest. I came to the realization that, in contrast to musical connection STP & ECP have, I am pretty tone deaf when it comes to “getting” music. I’m a singer-songwriter kind of guy which points out it’s all about the words – Gordon Lightfoot has never been accused of writing amazing melodies but his lyrics are poetry.
Evan showed us a great time and our stay at the Rose Manor B&B owned by friends of his was restful and enjoyable. A visit to New Orleans always means good food from beignets to alligator soup to jambalaya and we even found a place that only served pork products Cochon, a restaurant that I saw featured on the Food Channel – the Black Eyed Pea and Pork Gumbo was especially good. It looks like if I’m going to see Evan much, I’ll have to return as rumor has it he will be a graduate assistant at the University of New Orleans continuing his wetland restoration work and possibly a student in the Masters of Jazz Studies program for piano. News travels slowly from down south, so I’m awaiting confirmation. As a result Evan won’t be able to go on the Alaska cruise with me which will end on Dianna’s birthday and in my mind will allow me to close the first year chapter.
I finished my wandering with a trip with John and Sally to Victoria as the 4 of us often did. The Church of Truth across the street from our condo held a Healing Circle of Rememberance on Mothers Day for those who had lost loved ones and it truly was healing. We walked many of the places our quartet had visited and I left a little of Dianna at the lighthouse at the entrance to the Inner Harbour and in a tulip bed near the Empress. I'll visit again when the cruise ship stops in August.
The June through August time frame also hold some significant events that I am ready to honor no matter what emotional weight they may bring. Last Saturday was the 40th anniversary of my high school graduation from Medford and I accepted an invite from the reunion planning committee for a Portland-area BBQ. It was really under the guise of a “girls” weekend as the much admired former rally squad members gathered for a weekend of wine-tasting planning and all around run. Even though we ran in different circles in high school (mine was square..),I was welcomed into the group with kindness and compassion for an evening of laughter and reminiscing. I wish I had listened more than talked but it’s nice to able to debrief with those who shared a common path with Dianna & me. Since Dianna and I met at our 20th reunion and celebrated our marriage at our 30th, the 40th will be challenging but much less so after my evening of Grumpy & The Snow Whites!” (see picture above)
Tomorrow marks the 36th anniversary of my Stanford graduation and 36 hours later I received a phone call sending me to Portland for my first job. The picture above is some of the gang from our freshman dorm of Cardenal. A week from today would have been Anniversary 14 and last year we went to Ted & Meg’s Beach house with Sean & Dani, Evan & Mona, and Merry to celebrate Fathers Day and our anniversary. How things change in a year. Then today I get the news that Dianna & Brenda’s cousin Darlene passed away this morning after attending their granddaughter’s high school graduation in Nevada. Ironically, a year ago yesterday we were in Sutherlin helping them celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.
July 12th is 4 weeks away and I’m still not sure how I’ll mark that day. I know it won’t be at work, but I’m thinking that a hike to Dianna’s favorite waterfalls Ramona Falls might be therapeutic. I hiked it with Scott & Rick in 1975 and 1984, during the latter carrying a 4 year old Sean the last half mile… I’ll carry on the Red, White & Blue sundae tradition at the Farmers Market the week prior and may visit Silver Falls as we often did on the 4th of July.
I’ll be writing again during July with as of yet undiscovered insights…

Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Social Network..






I search for a new theme as the decade of the "Aughts" ends
Something that will help me navigate Life's twists and bends
We have an innate predilection
To find our connection
So as Mr. Rogers said, "Will you be one of my friends?"


It's been over 100 days since the last post but it's not due to lack of activity. In honor of Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook's founder, TIME's Person of the Year, and subject of the recent movie "The Social Network", I figured this entry would explore the conjecture, conjunction and camaraderie of the last 3 1/2 months.

When we last left the hero of the latter-day Homerian tale ( which seems to combine elements of both The Odyssey and The Simpsons), I was poised to reconnect with my Stanford friends at my 35th reunion. From the time I touched down until I left, I was able to pick up conversations from where we left off weather my last contact was 35 days or 35 years - it was nice to not have to "tell my story" as people welcomed me back. There should be a different word to describe relationships that seem unaffected by time or distance - in any event, the weekend was restorative as we got to hang out on campus, watch Stanford win a game in the downsized upgraded stadium with Scott's son Garrett playing in the band, and get a campus tour with Marta, Mark & Greta's oldest daughter. I got to hang out with Ann, Amy, Diane, Dori, Greta, Jay, Kevin, Mary, Scott, Teri and Vince with the backdrop of the SF Giant's push toward the World Series (all were happy except Kevin, our die-hard Philly fan), and came home refreshed and rejuvenated.

Throughout the Fall, I continued my "Mystery Date with Mike" with a variety of concerts, lectured, movies, dinners, and discussions that all served to get me out of the condo and engaged with others. One of my projects was to install a fireplace and rearrange the living room, so with Wayne's efforts, a fireplace mantle and suspended flatscreen TV provide a comfortable place for "fireside chats " with myself. This made it important to find a balance between too much "me"time and over scheduling myself.

I got to attend Lightfoot and Basia concerts as well as Mark's Acoustic Guitar Summit with Roy & Sherryl, Judy and the girls, and Brenda & Wayne, meet with our Environmental Book Club, hear Bill Bryson, sit on the Board for "Dorothy's Dream", continue our search for the best Portland burger with Ted, Rick & Frank, see "The Christmas Story" twice, hear the Portland Gospel Choir, watch "Charles Browns Mid- Life Crisis" and then attend Sean's Reeble Jar performance at Mt. Tabor later that same night, watch the "Big Game" with Greta at the Buffalo Gap, and watch the Civil War and BCS at Mary Pat's. TM had brought Mary Pat and Donna to Dianna's Memorial, so the 4 of us have had a few chances to get together which has been fun. I hosted the an Orange Bowl viewing on New Years Night and served Orange Chicken and rice (Orange Bowls) and in honor of Stanford's opponent Virginia Tech, dessert was creampuffs. Stanford prevailed 40-12 to cap a 12-1 season.

In the midst of all of this, Evan was able to make it home from New Orleans for a week so I had a great time just sitting with him for a "Sit Down Young Stranger" moment. We watched a Netflix movie "Hurricane on the Bayou" which Evan narrated since he knew many of the locations and people. Evan used his time here to relax and recharge so I think he had a good visit. Evan is getting some good PR for his work, but I only find out by Googling him..
http://www.dailycomet.com/article/20101004/articles/101009737

I attended the usual Christmas Eve Soup Supper, this time hosted by Loren & Veneta and attended the candlelight service at NTCSL in Lake Oswego and went home to greet Christmas morning alone for the first time in 58 opportunities. Another one of those odd new experiences I need to assimilate. To ring in the New Year, I went to Ted & Meg's and was encouraged to bring a Top Ten List for the departing 2010. I picked Top 10 Smartphone apps since I had been coming up to speed with my new Samsung Captivate, and it seemed like a good 21st century theme. My items covered the ability of the phone to decipher songs, identify objects, make location specific suggestions for travel and entertainment through GPS, browse the internet, read e-mail, read books, watch TV, listen to music, put you to sleep and wake you up , and most amazingly, make phone calls.

As the new year began I continued my pattern of activity like hanging out at the Farmers Market, but at the end of the month recognized the importance of valuing each day as I attended Memorial services for Ginger & Jeff on consecutive days. Mary flew up to do the service for Ginger, her long time friend and assistant, on Jan 22nd but that previous Monday, Jeff never woke up, so Dani asked Mary to do that memorial. Both services told of great love stories as both couples met in college and had wonderful lives together. Through a slide show and music, I learned a lot about two amazing people who left far too soon...

Ended the month with A Blazer game with Loren. a root canal and a couple of rounds of golf as I come out of hiberation. I enjoyed at least one of these activities..

I've redoubled my effort to say "yes: to more things that life is offering and one of those things which may be questioned as the year progresses is a week long golf romp through Alabama at the end of March with Larry. The plan is 216 holes of golf in a week - 12 rounds in 6 days along the Robert Trent Jones Trail . Larry will be attending the Masters the following week, so he figures this will get him in the mood. By my calculations this will be between 500-600 full swings for me, not counting putts, chips, and practice swings. This will require a level of physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual stamina that I haven't been on a first name basis with this century so there is work ahead of me. I also intend to attend the New Orleans Jazzfest with Evan & Sean at the end of April so I have another event for which to look forward. Our 40th Medford High School reunion is coming up in August and e-mails are already passing back and forth between attendees.

2011 arrives with infinite possibilities and I continue my search. Because of my experiences of the last last seven months, I have new friends who have shown up and old friends who have seamlessly reconnected. I look forward to exploring and strengthening those friendships in the coming months.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Journeys continue with Single Steps



The past week was filled with activity that ended with our metaphorically appropriate sun-blessed "Out of the Darkness" fundraising walk for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention which we walked in Dianna's memory.

http://afsp.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.team&eventID=1023&teamID=19482

About 800 people participated and took a 3 mile stroll along Waterfront Park past Saturday Market, across the railroad deck of the Steel Bridge, along the Eastback Esplanade and back across the Hawthorne Bridge all in less than 90 minutes. The local chapter of the AFSP raised over $50k and Team Dianna is on track to exceed $2k with donations still being accepted through year end. It was sobering to see such a long line of people of all ages who are walking a similar path with me. Judy & Sophia came up with the idea and I think I can speak for Judy, Sophia, Linda U, Rick, LeeLa, and Linda C in saying we're all glad we took part.

On Monday it was time for the first of our monthly "Boys Night Out for Burgers" in which an intrepid group of carnivores attempt to "weigh in" on Willamette Week's assessment of the best burgers in Portland. Our initial adeventure involved Ted, Rick, Frank, Owen, and me and after a failed effort at Tasty & Sons in NE we ended up at Metrovino, the #1 choice. We agreed "The King is Dead" as we weren't wowed by the $13 burger. I'm ready to write in the "Three Square Grill" offering.

Tuesday I went over to celebrate Brenda and Wayne's marriage with Merry & Eamonn, and Wayne's son Jake and got do see photo documentation of the Belknap festivities. They headed to Maui Thursday morning for 2 weeks of Maui Wowie...

Wednesday was "An Iliad" at PCS with Meg and we both though it was a powerful anti-war piece. It was a one man performance where he assumed the role of "The Poet" and reflected in detail on the Trojan War but refereced the hundred wars since.

Thursday I had lunch with Carrie, a former condo neighbor and fellow Stanford grad who teaches yoga and as part of the development of the "new" me, I wanted to explore the possibilities of some yoga classes. We had an enjoyable discussion and will continue it after I return form my upcoming Stanford adventures.

With colder weather approaching, I've been thinking of replacing the defective fireplace in the condo and saw some adds for some good deals. I talke to NW Natural on Friday and went out to NE 142nd on Saturday where Rick & I conviently had scheduled a round at Glendoveer. I liked what I saw and picked a modest model which should get installed in the next few weeks and I can start my version of "Fireside Chats". We had a beautiful day for golf and were a combined 1 under par through 6 holes before I started to falter. Rick ended up with a 37-40 and I had a 39-45 so I took my ad off Craiglist to sell my clubs...

Saturday was a fundraiser for the American Friends Society (Quakers) Peace & Justice Group courtesy of Rick Seifert at Artist's Rep for a performance of "The Hillsboro Story", a fascinating tale of a a small Ohio town's reaction tot the 1954 Brown V Board of Education decision ushering in begrudging desegregation as remembered by an 8 year old. It was told through the efforts of a cast of 4 actresses who played all the parts and the author was present as the main character. The had a talkback with the audience afterwards which was illuminating. It plays for a few more weeks and I highly recommend it.

Sunday for the 2nd week in a row, I took Dave & Mary to the SE Portland Self Realization Fellowship which is based on the teachings of Parmahansa Yogananda. thought that was a great way to prepare myself for the walk as I know Dianna had enjoyed her visits there. Judy picked up and we made it down in time for our 2:OO walk..

I'll leave Thursday for my Stanford Reunion and am really looking forward to reconnecting with a lot of folks. I'll return to Portland Sunday much like I did 35 years ago, unsure of what the future holds, but optomistic none the less. I'll at least retuen with a new Stanford hat...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

"Out of the Darkness"



On Sunday a group of us will be partipating in a fund-raising walk for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention's "Out of the Darkness" event in downtown Portland. Judy & Sophia proposed outr involvement and we have been overwhelmed by the support and contributions "TEAM DIANNA" has received. There is no cost to join us on the walk from 2:00 PM to 5:00 PM (walking is only about 3 miles from the Portland Marriott to the Steel Bridge, along the EastBank Esplanade, and back across the Hawthorne Bridge which should be about a 90 minute stroll)

Details are included in this link...

http://afsp.donordrive.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=donorDrive.participant&eventID=1023&participantID=144398

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything


Fans of Douglas Adam's 1970's classic, "Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy" will remember the ultimate answer to the ultimate question was... 42, or for those binarially predisposed, 101010.

As I have been in the process of searching for meaning, this feels like a good theme, particularly today. The last dozen days have been an interesting exploration of the new landscape I'm encountering. Wednesday September 29th marked the start of Portland Center Stages new season and the first play was "Sunset Boulevard", an ironic title due to my regular travels uo SW Sunset Blvd to SW Sunset Drive. ( in an odd postsript to today, a small plane made a sucessful emergency landing on the Robert Gray Middle School field at 7:00 PM tonight, a 100 yards from my Susnet house..) I have a 10 play package of 2 seats for this season in our newly requested 2nd row ccenter, so I decided to initiate what I'm calling.. "Mystery Date with Mike", a program to encourafe me to get out and about on a regular basis. I plan on buying at least two tickets to all events and then cajole someone into attending with me. For Sunset Boulevard, I asked Jim T., who was Dianna's prom date in high school and the reason Dianna stopped me at our 20th reunion, as she thought I might have his number. As expected for a guy born 411, I'm the right guy to call for information, the more obscure the better. Jim lives in the Pearl so I grabbed pizza at Hot Lips and we dined on his balcony and then walked over to enjoy the classic play.


The weekend brought Ted's annual Tokatee golf classic so we headed up Friday morning for 3 days of golf, food, fun, freindship. We had perfect fall weather and after starting with a 42!, I slipped to a 46 and went into rapid decline the rest of the weekend. Rick drove up for the day and we partnered with Dave K. to win a scramble although my only contribution was with my putter. Some of us went to Belknap Hot Springs afterward on Saturday which was especially poignant for me due to Dianna's family's strong bond with the place and many fond memories. This time last year Dianna, Gail, and Merry were up celebrating Merry's birthday and visited us, and today Brenda & Wayne got married there with Merry & Eamonn in attendance. After soaking we returned to watch half of a good football game with the second half being complete domination of Stanford by the Ducks. Saturday morning I contributed "Dutch Babies " for breakfast and Ted BBQ's some brisket with corn, scalloped potatoes, and a chocolate torte rounding out the meal. Sunday saw me struggle to break 100 while Ted shot his best round ever, an 81, so moods of the participants ran the gamut. I drove my car back since one of Ted's friend needed a way down after a delayed plane connection, so I used the opportunity to visit Sean and switch cars so I could register the Honda in Portland. We had dinner and then I headed back home in the approaching rain to prepare for a new week.


Monday night I received the sad news that my Stanford girlfriend's son had passed away from an inoperable brain tumor after a courageous and inspired 10 month fight. His sister had blogged about the journey... ( http://kickingkevinscancer.blogspot.com/ ) and I had written how inspired I felt many who be who read the story of how the family dealt with this, and then in July wrote that I was drawing strength and encouragement for my own journey from their example, including the value of blogging about it.) Her husband is a classmate of mine and I hope a have a chance to briefly connect with them in 2 weeks when I go down to my reunion.


Saturday was Evan's 23rd birthday and Merry followed on Tuesday, but I didn't get a chance to connect until later in the week. Merry and I had dinner on Thusday at City Thai and Evan and I finally connected by phone on the weekend. Sean switched cars back Tuesday night and we ate quickly before he had to head back down to work a 9:00 show. He's been spending a lot of time in the studio, as a member of his Hawaiian friend's ukulele band and an album is forthcoming and maybe a trip to the NY Ukulele Festival.


Wednesday I had tickets to see the Cowboy Junkies at the Aladdin and invited Shannon, a family friend who knocked on the door 30 years ago as a 14 year old and asked to wheel Sean around the block in an old leather perambulator. She had just moved back to Portland with her 6 year old son after losing her husband nine months ago to overmedication following surgery. We had talked once before and compared notes but this was just a chance to enjoy some music and company in a safe environment. We ate at the Berlin Inn nearby which she enjoyed since her Swiss husband had enjoyed many Swiss/German recipes. The concert was enjoyable and it was a balmy fall night so it made for a nice evening. The weather continued to hold the next night so Rick & I hit the tennis court for the second week in a row for some polite tennis. Now that we're getting in the groove, the weather is turning, but we're hoping for one more good week.


Friday was another concert, this time with Anita at a new venue in NE Portland, the Alberta Rose, to see Tracy Grammer. I went over to fix Anita's computer and we ate over there at Applebees while traffic died down since doors didn't open until 7:30 for an 8:30 show. Lucy Kaplansky opened and then Tracy Grammer performed. She and Dave Carter were an amazing fold duo who met in the late 1990's and performed together until his sudden death after a jog while they were on tour in New England in mid 2002. She spent 20 minutes sharing what is was like to lose a soul mate and described her on-going process of recovery which I felt was spoken directly to me and than sanf "The Verdant Mile" which she wrote just after his death. I've always appreciated good song-writing and storytelling and she provided a great performance. Speaking of songwriters, Rick and I have tickets for Lightfoot in November..


Saturday was intended to be a gold day, but I awoke to rain and canceled the outing with Denny and Rick. I dealt with some of my domestic duties and then aught portions of the Pac 10 football games. Rick & Diane invited me over to join Diane's mom for dinner at 6:30 and then they toyed with me during a round of Scrabble. I briefly had a glimpse of 2nd place before being put in my place for not minding my P's & Q's.


Sunday was a drizzly Farmers Market set up and then I rushed back to talk Dave & Mary to the Self Realization Fellowship Center based on the teachings of Parmahansa Yogananda. Mary's mother was a devotee and Mary attend as a child so her expriences and illuminating and insightful. Yogananda's teaching encourages meditation and reflection to understand the true nature of God and honors all paths with particular commentary on Christ's teaching some common threads of belief. Dianna & I had attended a few times in the past and I'll continue to go periodically since Dave & Mary can no longer drive.


A new week ahead ending with a walk in support of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention next Sunday that Judy has organized. (http://www.afsp.donordrive.com/ and search for Team Dianna in Portland Oregon) There no cost to join the walk which will start at 2:00 PM on Sunday Oct 17th.


The walk continues... Happy 101010...





Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Fifty Seven Lessons of Love From Dianna

What follows is the the remarks I prepared for Dianna's Memorial on August 29th at Fergusons Fragrant Nursery along with my list of 57. The weather, the setting the music, and the outpouring of love and support from those near and far was amazing.

( the formatting, like much else in my life, is still a work in progress..)



57 Lessons of Love from Dianna – A Way to Move Forward

Five years ago on the last Sunday of August many of us gathered at Three Square Grill to surprise Dianna on her 52nd birthday with what was called “Playing with a Full Deck...” I had identified 52 people or groups who had influenced Dianna and with Merry’s help, we put people’s pictures on a deck of cards and invited them all to join us to honor their influence on Dianna.
So we stand here today on the eve of Dianna’s 57th birthday asking ourselves, where do we go from here? I have few answers but I know the only way to truly honor Dianna is to figure out how to move forward on our life’s journey. The light of an individual strikes the prism in the heart of another and reacts, attracts, and diffracts into a unique rainbow of memories and experiences What follows is my view of those experiences and memories and a look at the guideposts and directions Dianna left us to help as we head down our unique life path.
I’m calling this 57 Lessons of Love from Dianna – A Way to Move Forward, but don’t worry, I’ll only pick a handful as examples or we’ll be here until Dianna’s birthday.


#2  Family & Friends
This category is blurred by the fact by once the fact you became a friend of Dianna, you became like family. She honored the memory of those that had come before her and loved to celebrate the joys and provide comfort and support during times of challenge for those who shared time with her here. Dianna believed in the “Epoxy of Friendship”. It was a two part bond - once you were a friend of Dianna’s, you were stuck with her and she would stick by you.

#11 Community
Dianna was always actively involved in any community in which she was a member but no better example exists in how she embraced Hillsdale. When we got married in 1997 she started exploring the landscape of Hillsdale through the schools, neighborhood friendships and the Hillsdale business community, but she really hit her stride when the Farmers Market started and she moved her office to Hillsdale. We often joked Dianna was the Andy Taylor of the Mayberry-like Hillsdale as it was rare not to run into Dianna somewhere in Hillsdale during the week. She was always looking for the common unity in the issues Hillsdale faced and thus had almost another full time job just attending meetings and engaging in action to make things happen. She was another one of those community activists you hear about.
#18 Spiritual Practice
Most of you know Dianna and I met in high school in Medford and one of our favorite memories was our time in an English class taught by Edna Stewart, a Transcendentalist, who taught about Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, and many others. At 17 we didn’t quite get the lessons from a bunch of old dead guys but 20 years later when we re-met, the lessons were starting to sink in about “divinity within”. Much of what shaped Dianna’s approach to life was based on the spiritual beliefs and practice we got exposed to as members of Mary Morrissey’s church and the amazing lessons that came from the relationships developed during the last dozen years. Dianna viewed everyone as a “spiritual being having a human experience” so she knew the intrinsic good of each person was waiting to be recognized even if they didn’t yet see it. She believed we were all co-creators with the Divine and it literally was our “God-given” purpose to use our unique gifts to make a positive difference in the world. One of the best ways to do this was to associate with like-minded & like hearted people–sounds like another definition of community…

#22 &23 Peace making & Peace Plaza
One of our earliest activities at the Farmers Market was a Peace Walk roundtrip from Hillsdale to Multnomah Village at the end of each market in an effort to remind people of alternatives to war and fighting. Dianna always felt it was better to be for something than against anything so you’d often see her at the corner of Sunset & Capitol holding her Peace Flag during the Friday night Peace Vigil. It’s one of the reasons that we have a project to raise funds to build a bike plaza and sitting area in the alcove between Food Front & Baker & Spice, two businesses Dianna loved to support. She always felt that Peace should be at the center of a community so our catch phrase is “Pick up a piece of fruit from Food Front or the Farmers Market, a piece of Pie from Baker and Spice, sit a piece on Dianna’s bench and ponder peace in the heart of Hillsdale”. The slogan may not fit on a park bench, but it feels right… Peace begins within and spreads through family, friends, neighborhoods, cities states and countries. Promote peace in your own way starting today.

#33 Celebrations
Dianna was the Queen of celebrations or at least a high ranking member of revelry royalty. I’m sure everyone in this audience was pleasantly surprised at one time or another with a card, a phone call, an e-mail, or a kind word acknowledging a significant event in their life. Dianna’s calendar was filled with notes about birthdays, anniversaries, marriages, births or other events. She was on a first name basis at Babies R Us as she was always picking up gift cards for the next wave of babies arriving from her NACS ER Docs. Her bidding frenzies at the Neighborhood House Auction were legendary and always led to great fun. This year’s Paella dinner will occur in just 2 weeks but we’ll definitely miss Dianna’s spark.


#40 Food
Dianna was not a solitary eater. She loved good food but only when it was shared with others. She was a devotee of Julia Child and approached the enjoyment of a meal with similar passion. She appreciated local food and was proud of her association with the Hillsdale Farmers Market. She could potluck with the best of them and the pomp and circumstance of our annual Thanksgiving gatherings became legendary 3 or 4 day moveable feasts. Good food, fun and conversation were the 3 squares Dianna needed for a fulfilling day.


#42 Giving and Receiving
Dianna had many causes she passionately supported including Neighborhood House and the Hillsdale Farmers Market but she also supported a number of environmental and social justice causes including those that dealt with hunger, disaster relief, and wildlife protection. This is a cautionary tale as few people could be as giving with time, talent or treasure as Dianna, but she was resistant to receiving or asking for help. Dianna was always a hugger but she forgot that to be truly embraced, you need to let the other person hug back. Doing for others is a noble pursuit, but if you don’t allow yourself to be replenished, your well will run dry. I hope we all will be actively charitable, supportive and giving as much as possible, but those times when we could use help, let’s not be hesitant to ask. Asking for help is no more a sign of weakness than asking for water when you’re thirsty or a bit of food when you’re hungry. Don’t deflect compliments or sincere offers of assistance – ebb and flow needs to go both ways for circulation to work effectively. It’s the best prescription for all of us to remain happy and healthy in the midst of life’s up and downs.


#50 Art
Dianna never considered herself to be artistic but she loved to honor and promote the creative gifts in others. For those who have visited our house, you’ve seen the amazing artwork of Dianna’s dear friend Jim Weaver which she’s collected for over 30 years. She eagerly supported local theater, dance, and music and was a proud advocate for creative abilities in writing, music, photography and art from Merry, Evan, Sean, Brenda, Bryan, Merlin, Dave, Brad, and many others. She was a member of the Art Museum, the Oregon History Museum the Portland Ballet, Portland Center Stage, Classical KBPS and OPB. The message her is if you can’t do support others who can and then everyone can enjoy it.


# 56 Sunrises
The penultimate item on the list is Sunrises. (…Penultimate is a word that should be used more often – try to make it the next to the last thing you say each night…) One of the benefits of moving the NACS office to Hillsdale was Dianna would walk to work and many mornings she would start her day with a walk to the top of the West Hills for a chance to welcome the sunrise. Dianna was a morning person and she loved getting early start on realizing the potential of each day. The ritual during our annual trips to Hawaii was to be out at our viewing spot to greet the new day and maybe get a bonus of watching some cavorting whales. On our last trip we had a perfect eastward facing vantage point and from where we slept we could open one eye and check the view before we jumped up and out the door. Dianna knew metaphorically she was given a fresh palette each day and the rising sun cast light on that blank canvas.


#57 Sunsets.
Not long after Dianna and Merry moved over to Sunset Drive, we were sitting at the dining table on a late fall evening. At that time of day and year the sunset would be visible and Dianna was once again marveling at its beauty. Evan who was about 10 at the time said... “It’s called Sunset Drive for a reason, get used to it...” Dianna never really ever got used to it in terms of taking it for granted. She viewed each sunset as a reason to be grateful for the blessings of the day no matter what type of package they arrived in. Another tradition of our Hawaii trips was to get to a vantage point at sunset and watch the sun drop in to the ocean and then appreciate the ever changing colors in the aftermath of dusk.
As we gather here tonight we acknowledge and appreciate, but will never get used to the early sunset of Dianna’s life here with us. Even as the clouds obscure tonight’s sunset, we can’t let the emotional clouds that have developed over the last seven weeks hid what is real, true, and everlasting. We look forward to tomorrow’s sunrise as a chance to continue to use some of Dianna’s lessons to be more of who were intended to be.


In closing, stay connected with each other and if you want to honor Dianna’s memory, remain grateful, remain hopeful and remain helpful.
The world is a better place due to Dianna’s presence and each of us can play a part in continuing to make a difference. Thank you Dianna and thanks to all of you…

DIANNA’s 57 LESSONS OF LOVE



1 Love The chemist who can extract from his heart’s elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create the atom which is called Love. The more you give away the more you have to give…

2 FAMILY Those people that are related to you

3 FRIENDS Those people that you relate to

4 Health “He who has health has hope… and he who has hope has everything”

5 Books & Reading “A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it
down and commence living on its hint. What I begin by reading, I must finish by acting”

6 Empathy “Two parts of Empathy – Skill (tip of the iceberg) and Attitude (mass of the iceberg)”

7 Integrity Integrity is doing the right thing, even if no one is watching

8 Gratitude Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace today, & creates a vision for tomorrow

9 Kindness “No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted”

10 Compassion “Until he extends his circle of compassion to all living things, man will not find peace”

11 COMMUNITY “A community is like a ship-everyone ought to be prepared to take the helm”

12 Helpfulness “It’s not so much our friends’ help that helps us, as the confidence they will help us”

13 Sustainability Treat the Earth well it was not given to you by your parents but loaned by your children

14 Recycling Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without…

15 Travel “One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things”

16 Ocean “The ocean, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”

17 Nature Appreciation Each season has its joys to treasure, to lift one’s spirits and bring us pleasure



18 SPIRITUAL PRACTICE “As a man thinketh so is he and as a man chooseth so is he and so is his nature.
I support you, you support me. I am in this world to offer you peace; you are in this world to bring me joy.

19 Meditation Prayer is when you talk to God; Meditation is when you listen to God

20 Perseverance “The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one often comes from a
Strong will and the other from a strong won’t”

21 Mystery of Life By confronting us with irreducible mysteries that stretch our daily vision to include
Infinity, nature opens an inviting and guiding path toward a spiritual life.

22 PEACE MAKING One little person, giving all of her time to peace, makes news. Many people, giving
Some of their time, can make history. A world at Peace is worth not fighting for

23 PEACE PLAZA Grab a piece of fruit, Get a piece of pie, sit a piece, and ponder peace awhile…

24 Lighthouses We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we don’t need to tell anybody it does.
Lighthouses don’t fire cannons to call attention to their shining, they just shine.

25 Happiness The Constitution only guarantees the American people the right t pursue happiness.
You have to catch it yourself. If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

26 Persistence The most essential factor is persistence-the determination never to allow your energy or
Enthusiasm be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come.

27 Education An investment in knowledge also pays the best interest.

28 Potlucks A potluck meal is the whole experience of getting together and sharing with friends. It
Is much more than food…

29 Humor A sense of humor is the pole that adds balance to our steps as we walk the tightrope of
life.

30 Friendliness A good motto is…” Use friendliness but do not use your friends...”

31 Patience Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear
and obstacles vanish.

32 Forgiveness “To err is human to forgive is divine”



33 CELEBRATIONS “Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday, and
celebrate just living!”

34 Good Listening Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. When we really listen to
people there is an alternating current, and this recharges us so that we never get tired of each other. We are constantly being re-created.

35 Running The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start,

36 Hiking Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into as
sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

37 Walking If you are seeking creative ideas go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he
goes. In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
for a walk

38 Wine In water, one sees one’s own face; in wine, one beholds the heart of another.

39 Chocolate “A therapist told me the way to achieve inner peace is to finish what you start. So far
I’ve finished 2 bags of M&Ms and a chocolate cake. I feel better already…”

40 FOOD On of the nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever where
doing, and devote our attention to eating. Food for thought is no substitute for the real thing.

41 Plants & Flowers Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.

42 GIVING & RECEIVING You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself
that you truly give. “A hug is a great gift. One size fits all and it’s easy to exchange.”

43 Accountability What is not started today, is never finished tomorrow

44 Service “Service to others is the rent we pay for your room here on earth.”



45 Positive Thinking Keep your thoughts positive, because your thoughts become your words. Keep your
words positive because your words become your behaviors. Keep your behaviors positive because your behaviors become your habits. Keep your habits positive because your habits become your values. Keep your values positive because your values become your destiny.

46 Affirmations Practice rather than preach. Make of your life an affirmation, defined by your ideals, not
the negation of others. Dare to your level of capability, then go beyond to a higher level.

47 Dreams A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight and his punishment is that he
sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

48 Pets (Cats) No time spent with a cat on your lap can ever be considered totally wasted…

49 Music “After silence, the thing that comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music”

50 ART We have recreation for our Body – Art is recreation for the Soul.

51 Beauty Life is full of beauty – notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling
Faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential and fight for your dreams

52 Card Playing Life is like a game of cards. The hand you’re dealt is determinism, the way you play is
free will.

53 Joy “There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy
And not pain around us.”

54 Laughter “Laughter is the closest distance between two people…”

55 The Heavens I am part of the sea and stars, and the winds of the North & South. Of mountains and
Moon and Mars, and the Ages sent me forth…

56 SUNRISES With each new sunrise, we start anew…

57 SUNSETS I didn’t ask for it to be over, but then again, I never asked for it to begin. For that’s the
way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets. Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.