Death never has the same impact. This moment, the response is LIFE. When I read that Aretha Franklin died, my heart felt an enormous gratitude. I loved her voice. Have listened, again and again to her many powerful songs. Below are two videos, both of “Natural Woman,” one from a White House event and the other with Carol King, Celine and Aretha singing.
So much more, though. Yes, I’ve shared before but never once and no more. Two deaths even this day, continue to be with me…the feelings of full despair and then liberating joy. To me, Whitney Houston could sing forever. Not the voice…but the heart and the substance of soul. When she died I couldn’t silence unused profanity, I was that upset.
And then, Robin Williams. Such energy, such wackiness, such creativity. “Dead Poet’s Society” was his brilliance. I so loved how he was unpredictable…made spontaneity as if it was holy writ. Then. The Rope. The horrible leaving the stage forever, hanging in a closet.
Damn. I still live, way inside, with both Whitney and Robin…because there’s quality and spiritual truth in each of them. Not with envy, but with gratitude to God for how they’ve graced my life.
I won’t glower or rage…rather I’ll kick my own butt and be even more resolved to live as fully as I can.
Writing my Memoir has been good for me. Because it put in full perspective how the 52 years have gone. And how not everyone is either a trusted friend or horrific enemy.
But, now. Even more than a 52-year-rear-view-mirror, I have this moment, this day and all the new dawning days to live with fullness, and yet, I pray, spontaneity. Hopefully no one will ever, ever say I established mediocrity a moral principle and died before I was dead. NO! I will still do what I can to do MORE than live up to my minimum.
Whitney Houston. Aretha Franklin, Robin Williams. Lights for me, for which I give deep thanks to God.
Okay, Aretha…sing to us and for us and help our lives be a song of grace and love!