The rich legacy of a deceased 4-day old kitten, and the foster dad who tried to save him

I never realized how powerful a virtual community can be. Thousands of strangers pulling together because of a single passion.

I never dreamed that one person’s willingness to be generous with his gifts could have such an impact. This weekend I was privy to something extraordinary which made me proud to be a part of this community.

Over a year ago I was introduced by a friend to kitten cams. Any time of the day or night I could indulge in my love of kittens. I’ve watched them being born, nursed, bathed by their mother (we regulars call it “baffing”) and snuggled. They race around the room (aka “zoomies”) and tumble over wrestling with each other. I’ve laughed out loud at their antics, fallen in love and gushed over them with fellow chatters. I’ve cried on adoption day because of all the wonderful people who take them to their hearts. Many of the new owners post Facebook pages with pictures, videos and updates so we can all keep in touch. All have large followings.

from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom
Happy parents of Critter Room kittens
from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom

There is nothing on television that beats it because this is real life, playing out uncensored. In the course of nine litters I have witnessed beautiful stories of generosity, healing and friendship, not just towards kittens but towards humans as well. I have witnessed an outpouring of stunning creative efforts from drawings, paintings, photography and anime to quilts to original stories and poetry (even some a la Dr. Seuss!).

It began with the 7kittens cam; when those kittens were adopted I was referred to The Critter Room by chatters on 7kittens (see previous post). It’s been a love affair ever since.

John Bartlett, aka “Foster Dad John” runs the Critter Room and is a volunteer for Purrfect Pals in Arlington, WA. He has fostered an extraordinary forty-one litters, adding some fun by having themes attached to litters (such as names of scientists, Mythbusters characters and now, the Ghostbusters in honor of the late Harold Ramis).

Various litters from the Critter Room from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom
Various litters from the Critter Room
from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom

It may all seem to be sweetness and light watching adorable kittens nurse, mew, wrestle, zoom around and play. But as I discovered this weekend (and as Foster Dad John has warned in the past), a 24/7 view is uncensored; you get the bad along with the good.

The Ghostbuster kittens were born on February 25 at the shelter after the mother, Janine, was rescued off the streets. Critter Room fans were delighted to see three creamy white siamese kittens dubbed Ray, Egon and Peter.

Peter in particular was very active for a newborn, taking trips around the kennel cage and being quite vocal about it. He immediately won the hearts of the over one thousand people who tuned in daily to the cam. There were concerns however that he was burning off all the calories he gained because of his constant motion. John was supplementing him with a bottle and created a box for the nest of kittens as a means of confining Peter and keeping him close to his mother.

Janine with her boys from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom
Janine with her boys
from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom

This past Saturday I tuned in for a peak and saw Peter escape from box. His cry was loud as he moved rapidly around the cage. At first it seemed funny, just another Peter antic and most of us did not suspect any trouble. Janine went to retrieve him and held him close; his cries subsided and we began to relax.

John had been monitoring the situation and came in to feed him. After he removed Peter from the nest he did something unusual: he reset the cam. This would, in effect, wipe out the last twenty four hours of footage. We would soon know the reason.

Several minutes passed and we assumed Peter was nursing from the bottle until John, in his steady quiet voice, announced some bad news: Peter passed away in his hand. The chat room went wild, comments flashing by. Was this a joke?  John’s subsequent reaction to Peter’s death confirmed that this was no joke. Normally calm and self-possessed, this man wept over the death of this little kitten that he tried so hard to save. He knew the little fellow was in trouble the minute he picked him up which was why he reset the cam. Peter’s romp around the cage and his cries had been because he had taken milk into his lungs and was dying.

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Janine cuddling Peter
from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom

John was fortunately not seen on the cam but he remained with Peter for a long time. We could hear him softly weeping, hoping against hope that Peter would move. He commented that Peter’s ears had started to darken. He eventually encouraged Janine to come out and sniff the body so that she would know the awful truth.

Over a thousand of us witnessed the episode and we were beside ourselves. I was sobbing, first over the death of this sweet and funny kitten, and then over John’s reaction. This was a man who has been totally professional from the get go. He has never bought into the adulation from his fans; he was there to do a job, saving cats and kittens and giving them good homes. His cam is meant not just to entertain but to educate. He rarely showed overt emotion or favoritism towards particular kittens. And now he was openly weeping.

The outpouring from the community of over 35,000 followers of The Critter Room was immediate and overwhelming. Posts on Facebook appeared in record numbers offering sympathy to John and gratitude for everything he had done. Donations to Purrfect Pals in the memory of Peter poured in. We consoled each other, sharing memories of little Peter and stories of special cats in our lives. Many of the creative people in the community contributed original stories, poetry and paintings.

Later in the day John came back on the cam to explain what had happened to Peter. He and the Purrfect Pals staff had known Peter was at risk, possibly because he was born prematurely and did not have mature lungs (explaining why he aspirated on his mother’s milk). His frantic behavior most likely was a demonstration of his trouble (although John commented that Peter was one of the most vibrant and energetic kittens he had ever seen, making his passing all the more inexplicable). John went on to say that he and the staff don’t always share their concerns with the viewers to prevent needless worry and speculation. Out of forty-one litters, Peter was the first kitten John ever lost.

His calm voice and clear explanations were like a balm on the community. We knew he was okay. Nature had to take her course but not before Peter left his indelible mark on the hearts of thousands around the world. As did his foster dad.

I mourned with this community, haunted by what I had seen. I also shared in the comfort provided by the foster dad who, although he was hurting the most, maintained the courage to share his grief with strangers. The time he gave in explaining Peter’s passing and the risks of fostering gave me great solace as I am sure it did for many others.

Foster Dad John Bartlett from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom
Foster Dad John Bartlett
from https://www.facebook.com/TheCritterRoom

John is a wonderful example of generosity. People balk at the idea of spending so much time saving animals, thinking that perhaps the efforts and monies raised should go towards people. I have witnessed the effects of John’s gifts of time, wisdom and love on members who are sick, homebound, out of work, or who have lost loved ones. Many have lost their own beloved cats and find comfort in the antics of growing kittens, and in the caring community. Members comment that their faith in people has been restored through being a part of the kitten cams.

The chatters’ humorous reactions to the kittens and their antics have brought much needed laughter into my life. I start each morning at the crack of dawn checking Facebook updates, smiling at the posts from owners of Critter Room alumnae. I sneak peaks at the cam during my work day. I think of a volunteer out in Arlington, WA who because he dared to share his gift with the world, has brought joy, solace, profoundly moving moments and a slice of real life to the virtual world.

We should all be that daring. Think of the world would be like if we were.

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Love and Service: All in the Proper Order

This is my latest Concerning Women column in the Catholic Free Press.

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In Matthew 22, Jesus gave the two great commandments: “Love the Lord our God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind” and “Love your neighbor as yourself.” (verses 37-39. He placed a special emphasis on loving God: “This is the first and greatest commandment.”

The need for time with the Father

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It may seem obvious why Jesus placed this emphasis. Of course we should love God first. Our Lord knew from his own experience how vital it was to observe these commandments in their proper order. Each day began and ended in silence, alone with his Father. It was never a rushed prayer as he ran off with his disciples to continue his ministry. It was extended time, committed time, quality time. Prayer was sustenance to Jesus, filling him with the graces needed to empty himself in service each day. It was not from his power that he gave, but from the power of his heavenly Father.

The result

Annie Selak in her October 2013 article in America Magazine calls this kenosis. She writes,”Through kenosis we empty ourselves of our will and become filled with God’s will. Simply speaking, this is self-gift.”

Givers of the gift

from www.geripal.org
from http://www.geripal.org

Women are great givers. Mothers empty themselves for their children. Daughters are usually the caretakers of their elderly parents. Nuns work tirelessly for the poor and oppressed of the world. Women organize in groups to serve the needs of their parish and community. Service is given in love and as an expression of faith. It does not come without risk however; burnout among the giving is chronic.

Caught up in the giving

It is easy to get caught up in the activity of giving. In the beginning there is excitement and enthusiasm fueling great energy. We empty ourselves and keep giving. But if we cannot detect when we are empty and in need of being filled, we burn out, becoming demoralized, resentful and stagnant.

from acelebrationofwomen.org
from acelebrationofwomen.org

The danger of pride

Being a giver can define us; it becomes our identity. We take pride in our giving and enjoy the accolades. It can feed the ego. And in our pride we forget that all this giving would not be possible without God’s grace. We burn out because we forget to come back to the Source.

A matter of life and death

To Jesus, loving God first was not just because it was the proper thing to do. It was more than just paying lip service; it was a matter of life and death. Life comes from being filled with God’s Holy Spirit; death comes from burnout when we think we can depend on our own power. It is life-giving to love our neighbor but death comes when our pride hijacks the work, making it our own.

Ownership

from celebrationpublications.org
from celebrationpublications.org

Jesus could have easily believed in his own power. After all, he was God! The crowds hounded him and pressed in on him, begging for healing. His disciples needed his constant guidance; they had to be prepared to carry on his work. There was the pressure of so little time compounded by the ache in his heart for his lost sheep. Yet in his wisdom and perfect humility, Jesus understood the need to come home to Papa each night and be alone with him, allowing himself to be filled with the life-giving power of the Holy Spirit. He never owned the work. It belonged to his heavenly Father and he made that clear to the disciples.

Not about me

Annie Selak writes, “Any form of self-gift is predicated upon a relationship with God. From this, giving of oneself becomes giving of God. It is not about me as a person with incredible gifts, but rather about God working through my experience and gifts … we are not called to empty ourselves in such a way that we lose ourselves.”

Permission to enjoy time with God

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from sdnautilus.blogspot.com

Taking time out from activity to spend time with God is a wonderful thing, often bringing consolation, peace and pleasure. We may even feel guilty about taking the time, our minds cluttered with thoughts of all we must do. Not to worry. Jesus has granted us the permission. He’s done more than that: he has commanded us. Just as we must stop and take our meals each day so we must take nourishment from God. It is the only way to accomplish the work he has given to us.

God waits to be with you and delights in your company.

  • How do you spend time with him?
  • Where is your mountaintop?
  • How have you felt nourished from your time with him?

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Someone old, something new … dusting off the music in my life

I took a trip back in time yesterday.

I had the nerve to walk into Radio Shack and ask to buy a cassette tape player. Yeah, it made me feel old (and I eventually bought it at Walmart because it was half the price) but I am so glad I bought it.

Not only can I now get all my old original songs onto the computer (using today’s technology), but now I can get down song ideas on a recording device that will not make any demands on my song:

  • I don’t have to arrange it.
  • I don’t have to publish it.
  • I don’t have to share it with the world.
  • I don’t have to be perfect.
  • It keeps it as music for me and doesn’t turn it into work.

I have had writer’s block for fourteen years; it set in after I put out my first CD, “Teach Me to Love.” Here’s hoping old technology (an old friend that helped me write over 300 songs over my life) can be a freeing thing.

“Welcome back my friend to the show that never ends!”

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Original music to inspire you in your spiritual life

Music has been a very important part of my life. Although I can no longer sing as I used to, I can share my music with you through the CDs I recorded over the years.

teach me to loveTeach Me to Love is my first CD, recorded back in 200o, meant to inspire you in your daily spiritual journey. One enthusiastic reviewer wrote, “First reaction – wow! Second reaction – beautiful. Third reaction – inspiring (so much so that I forgot I was power walking in 90% humidity)! . . . I heard the more advanced “now that I get it, help me to share it or learn to share it” message. Very proactive. Very walk the talk.”

Unlike Wait with Me which was acoustic in nature, Teach Me to Love is a pop album featuring upbeat songs such as “Stand Up and Be Joyful,” “Can You Teach Me” and “Come Holy Spirit” (along with some hot guitar licks from producer Ron Zabrocki).

There are songs honoring Blessed Mother Teresa (“Something Beautiful” and “Teach Me to Love,” featuring my then eleven year-old daughter Meredith on some of the lead vocals) and other songs honoring the memory of dear departed friends (“The Story in Her Eyes,” “I Will Remember You”).

Here are some sample songs from Teach Me to Love:

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from http://www.biography.com

Teach Me to Love (in honor of Mother Teresa)

Something Beautiful (a prayer in honor of Mother Teresa)

Stand Up and Be Joyful

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I Will Remember You

The Story in Her Eyes

I enjoyed recording this album, living out my inner Linda Ronstadt fantasy. 🙂 I hope you enjoy it too.

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Guest Post by the Holy Rover, part three on Hildegard von Bingen: Hildegard’s living legacy

In her third and final installment on Hildegard von Bingen, Lori Erickon (aka The Holy Rover) describes her visit to an abbey that keeps the spirit of Hildegard alive. The fifty nuns that currently dwell in the abbey have noticed a marked increase in visitors interested in Hildegard since the 1970s. She is a saint that appeals to modern minds while imparting ancient truths.

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Today we cross the Rhine River (it only takes about five minutes by ferry) to explore Hildegard of Bingen’s legacy in the town of Rüdesheim, Germany. Remember I told you that Hildegard founded a second convent here when her Bingen abbey was full? Like her original abbey, her second one was destroyed hundreds of years ago. But I’m pleased to report that Hildegard’s legacy is flourishing at the Benedictine Abbey of St. Hildegard, which is built on a hill overlooking the towns of Rüdesheim and Bingen.

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The Benedictine Abbey of St. Hildegard sits on a hill overlooking Rudesheim and Bingen. (Bob Sessions photo)

I’ve visited a lot of abbeys, and this is among the loveliest I’ve seen. Surrounded by vineyards, it has expansive views of the lush Rhine River valley. The building itself lives up to its dramatic setting. It was built between 1900-08 by Prince Karl of Lowenstein, who (during an era when Hildegard was largely unknown to the larger world) wanted to celebrate her spiritual legacy near the site of her original abbeys. He contacted an order of Benedictine nuns in another part of Germany and made them an offer they couldn’t refuse: if they agreed to move to the new abbey and name it after Hildegard, he would give it to them.

The Benedictine nuns happily moved into their new home and in their own quiet ways honored Hildegard’s memory, singing her music, researching her history, and welcoming the trickle of guests who came on the Hildegard Trail.

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Murals depicting scenes form Hildegard’s life adorn the church’s interior. (Bob Sessions photo)

That trickle began to swell in the 1970s and has been growing every since. Today many pilgrims make their way to the Abbey of St. Hildegard, some for a brief visit and others for longer retreats. About 50 nuns live here, following the rhythms of Benedictine life that haven’t changed much since the days of Hildegard. In addition to hosting retreats, the nuns of the abbey have a variety of enterprises that support the community, including making wine from the vineyards and repairing books.

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Guest post by The Holy Rover: Part Two on Hildegard von Bingen: The Hildegard Trail

Last week I presented Lori Erickson’s post on Hildegard von Bingen. As The Holy Rover, Lori and her husband Bob travel the world and visit places of spiritual significance. She has done a series on her visit to Bingen, Germany and writes with eloquence about this extraordinary woman. Here is a portion of part two of her series on Hildegard von Bingen:

photo by Bob Sessions http://www.spiritualtravels.info/2014/02/02/the-hildegard-trail/
photo by Bob Sessions http://www.spiritualtravels.info/2014/02/02/the-hildegard-trail/

I love this sign, don’t you? I’ve traveled to a lot of holy places, but Bingen, Germany, is the only place where the pilgrimage route is marked by a nun sign. Hildegard is their most famous resident, and they want to make it easy for pilgrims to follow in her footsteps.

And more people are doing just that, for Hildegard of Bingen is enjoying a surprising career resurgence for someone who’s been dead for nine centuries. Her fan club is certainly diverse: feminists hail her as a foremother, environmentalists praise her views on nature, New Age enthusiasts recognize her as a kindred spirit, and musicians record her chants (the CD A Feather on the Breath of God was a surprise best-seller in 1988). And in 2012 Hildegard was named a Doctor of the Church by Pope Benedict XVI, an honor given to only four women saints.

It’s no wonder they’ve put up nun signs in Bingen.

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Guest post from The Holy Rover: With Hildegard in Bingen – 12th century mystic and woman of extraordinary accomplishments

I have been dying to do a post on Hildegard von Bingen since I saw a wonderful movie on her life called Vision: From the Life of Hildegard von Bingen. If you click on the link you can see a trailer and read some reviews from Rotten Tomatoes. It does have subtitles but I had no trouble following it.

Lori Erickson, aka The Holy Rover, has just posted a wonderful article on Hildegard. Hildegard was a true Renaissance woman: 12th-century mystic, writer, composer, counselor, leader, the list goes on and on. She is a saint and Doctor of the Roman Catholic Church.

Here’s a portion of Lori’s article – follow the link to see the rest and the great pictures her husband Bob provided of their visit to Bingen:

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Mural of Hildegard from the Benedictine Abbey of St. Hildegard near Bingen (Bob Sessions photo)

If Hildegard of Bingen had a resume (unusual for a 12th-century mystic, I admit, but humor me) it would have been many pages long. She was an abbess, healer, writer, musician, visionary, counselor, preacher, linguist, naturalist, poet and an adviser to kings, bishops and princes. She wrote more than 70 liturgical songs, the first sung play, and books on theology, medicine, diet and natural history. All the while she kept up a voluminous correspondence with people in and out of the church, leading one scholar to dub her the “Dear Abby of the 12th century.”

If I could invite a handful of people from history for dinner at my house, Hildegard would be among them—though I suspect she would likely dominate the conversation so much that the other guests would be intimidated.

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Owls, Owls, Owls! Meeting our feathered friends at the Fruitlands Museum

from www.wickedlocal.com
Marcia and Mark Wilson; from http://www.wickedlocal.com

I love birds and I love cats. So it makes sense that owls, with their cat-like eyes, should capture my heart. I had the thrill of seeing these beautiful creatures up close and personal at the Fruitlands Museum in Harvard, MA in a presentation by Marcia and Mark Wilson of Eyes on Owls.

Passion for owls

The Wilsons are unique in their ability to care for owls and to educate the public about them. Marcia comes by her interest honestly with a mother who worked with owls throughout her life and kept a Great Horned Owl in the family home. Mark is a professional photographer with credits including the covers of National Geographic plus twenty years of service to the Boston Globe.

Lifelong commitment

Both are passionate about birds to the point of housing some eighteen owls on their property. Some of these birds live over fifty years so it is indeed a lifelong commitment. It’s a heavy financial commitment as well with each bird getting their own aviary (at a cost of some $4000 per aviary) plus fresh rodents daily for their diet.

Owls in their care

Each owl adopted by the Wilsons has some kind of disability, whether it be a missing eye or broken or missing wing (often times these injuries are due to the birds being struck by cars as they hunt along the roadside); some were hatched in captivity and therefore had to remain in the care of humans.

Hoots!

The Wilsons provided an entertaining and educational hour, showing stunning photographs Mark had taken during their owl expeditions (including an owl coughing up a pellet!) while Marcia demonstrates her skill at owl hooting.

Finding owls in the wild

I learned a lot about how to hunt down owls as they are hard to see (such as looking for “white wash,” aka bird poop, spotting pellets on the ground and noting ridges in the tall grass indicating rodent trails).

Meet the owls

The best part, of course, is meeting the owls in person. We met these:

screech owlEastern Screech Owl (very tiny, about 6 inches tall, can be grey or red)

barred owl2Barred Owl (you can imitate his hoot by using the saying “Who cooks for you, who cooks for you all?”)

barn owl4Barn Owl (one of the rarest of the New England species)

Great Horned Owl
Great Horned Owl (in every state in the union except Hawaii)

Still photos do not do these birds justice – here is a video I shot as they were displayed:

We are fortunate to have people like Marcia and Mark Wilson dedicate their lives to the care of these creatures and the educating of the public about them.

Have you ever spotted an owl?

Have you ever seen an owl in the wild? I was fortunate enough to see a grey screech owl tucked inside a hole in a tree (super cute!) and I also saw a nest full of baby Great Horned Owls. I also spotted the white wash Mark spoke about on a massive fur tree with the Great Horned Owl at the top.  I saw these owls at Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, MA so if you live in the area and want to see owls, be sure and visit this grand and historic cemetery during birding season in the spring.

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Merry Christmas from Be As One!

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Linda Ronstadt finally inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame: the cost of artistic integrity

It appears that Rolling Stone Magazine and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame have finally taken notice: Linda Ronstadt has finally been inducted. While it should have been done many years earlier, justice has finally been served.

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Ronstadt fans have been aware of the longstanding feud between Rolling Stone and Ms. Ronstadt, mostly because she dared to be outspoken and honest. Blunt she may be but as her book, Simple Dreams shows so clearly, she is an artist with integrity.

512 linda book signingAs I pointed out in an earlier post when I met Ms. Ronstadt for her book signing, I didn’t understand her way of thinking at first but I do now. For her, the art comes first and the art, in and of itself, is the message. If the art, whether it be painting, drawing, singing, playing an instrument, songwriting or writing, is done well, the message will shine forth, loud and clear. If the art is subject to the message, subservient to it, both will suffer.

Great art and a great message – that’s my goal.

I believe whatever art (in this case, music) I have created has suffered from the message being imposed on the art. The message is good and eternal but the message is not just about the words. I used the music as a tool to get out the message. Nothing wrong with that except that in my case, the music suffered. If I had put half the time, effort and study into creating the music that I did in creating lyrics, I could have perhaps created a song that was sublime. In the end, the music was just okay. Some of my songs were good but I don’t believe any of them were great.

In short, my art suffered from mediocrity.

my name is asher levI’m reading one of my favorite authors right now, Chaim Potok, a book called My Name is Asher Lev. Asher Lev is an artist and a prodigy. He is also an Hasidic Jew, faithful to his religion, desperately trying to be a good son to his loving parents. Somehow he must find a way to juggle his gift as an artist (which often cannot be controlled) and his identity as a Hasidic Jew. I read the book because I knew Potok would unearth and reveal the creative mind and heart and so far I have not been disappointed. He puts my dilemma so perfectly into words, describing how the boy Asher felt about the drawings his mashpia [aka school principal] had asked him to make:

“I hated what I had drawn in that sketchbook. I should not have done it. Why had he asked me to do it? I hated the drawings. They were lies, stagnant creations done to someone else’s demand and I despised them.”

While my feelings are not as strong as Asher’s (I don’t hate my work but I don’t love it either), I understand now as never before that art must be honest in and of itself. Yes, you can and should do work for others (otherwise how would a writer be published or a singer or musician be recorded?) and you should follow the guidelines set out by those who are risking their capital on you.

But this doesn’t mean the art created in the end cannot be honest.

It must be honest.

The trick is figuring out how to do that within the confines of the professional and business environment.

My goal as a creative person entering the last phase of my life is to create one thing that is sublime. This will take focus, commitment and belief that it not only is possible but permissible. I still have to get my message out, but it is permissible and desirable to make it as excellent, as beautiful, as compelling, moving, poignant, challenging …

… as good as it can be.

I have been given a remarkable professional opportunity as a writer which I cannot disclose at this time. Suffice it to say it will help to fulfill a lifelong dream. I consider this my shot to create something sublime.

Linda Ronstadt was highly critical of most everything she did but it never stopped her endless pursuit of making the best music that she could. Her book, Simple Dreams, takes you on that journey. While she never believed she created something sublime, her fans did. And now she is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Congratulations Linda. Not on the award.

But on being an artist of integrity, always striving to create the sublime.

May I follow in your footsteps.

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