Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The divine spell

Sikkim 1 329
Yumthang Valley, N. Sikkim


Our family's lived in a global-ish way.
Dad met step-mom Sarah in Phnom Penh,
Linds and I born in Bombay, toted us around Turkey,
Linds fell for Latin America,
Dad's still logs miles across Africa, the 'Stans, Mongolia...Sarah too.

That Linds and my worlds were made global by our parents means that, as the news of Linds' passing and Hudson's arrival reaches the far ends of our earth, each day brings waves of remembrances and, with them, a widening circle of love for her.

And you realize: these things are universal. Death too young and new life. Every culture, every age has met these twisted fates and divined both wisdom and ways of telling just as we have our own poems, prayers and sympathies.



Here's a sampling of what's come in (thanks to Sarah for passing along some of hers as well.)

From Nina in now-calm Kathmandu:
"Lobsang is on his way over to Rinpoche's place to deliver Lindsey's photo. The Phowa (Tibetan Buddhist tradition: the transference or ejection of consciousness into the state of truth and bliss) will last for 2 days, we'll send photos."

Prayer flags, Yumthang

From Hope Leezum ("Little Hope") in Sikkim:
"I shall put up prayer flags for Lindsey here in Sikkim."

From Fahimid in Myanmar:
"Send a photo of Hudson. I am sure he has divine spell to keep all around him mesmerized!! God gives this special power to all new born and this is why parents and family around become so happy."

From Jase in Tokyo, a quote:
""Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife, Throughout the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, is worth an age without a name." - Thomas Osbert Mordaunt.'"

And so many prayers - going out from Sofia, Melbourne, Columbia, Buenos Aires, Hanoi, Ankara, Portland, Plano, Kabul, Mexico City, Honolulu, Munich, Bombay...

C - imagining Linds is, finally, everywhere

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Courtney,
You said poetry helped right now, and also spoke about your feeling that, as prayers and memorials and responses to Lindsay's beautiful life and to her death spread, literally, across the planet, that she is everywhere. I love the first stanza of Hopkins's poem "As kingfishers catch fire." I think it is about a unique selfhood that is a gift from above and, joyfully, makes its mark upon the earth. A kind of aliveness that can't help but sing out and make itself heard and felt, which it sounds as if your sister has.

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's/
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves -- goes its self; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

Your love for Lindsay and your beauty as a person comes through so clearly in your writing. Thank you for those gifts. Lindsay has obviously been so lucky to have you as a sister. I am so sorry for your incalculable loss and also overjoyed that Hudson is here.
Best and love,
Heather Clay (long-lost Grottie friend)

ctp said...

Perfect heather, thank you...

c