Death is an Impostor

[...] dream, I heard echoes of the exact words I'd heard from Denise Molini a few days before back in Miami Beach. "You and Scott chose this path, and are living out your plan." After pausing for [...]

[...] to guarantee inclusion in the display. Scott and I had been stunned by the quilt’s visit to Miami Beach only a couple of years before, and he had volunteered as an assistant during that exhibit.  [...]

[...] I nevertheless had to try. One of those difficult days I had retreated from the office to the Miami Beach art deco studio we'd kept nearby, exhausted and weak of heart, seeking the respite available [...]

[...] was a real cause for celebration.  This one was not to be. As I undertook the project of the quilt panel, I became fully engrossed in priming and then painting the large canvas panel, acquiring the [...]

[...] …Leake Street lives and to come together again and rebond and join and conjure memories of past trips to [...]

[...] where you are. "Interesting," I thought to myself, recalling the words from the first channeling, "It's a little hard to describe but everything is different but I am so much the same [...]

[...] of energy only once before, during the phone conversation with Daviea just before the first channeling on Easter Sunday. As within a dream, I looked toward Terry and Jeff and saw them, [...]

[...] with friends, music and laughter, the physical expression of our love and lust.  Through hard experience, the unrequested baptism by fire of Scott's passing, I had learned what some of my friends [...]

[...] 's lover, and proud of carrying his memory. If I'd acquired all these qualities through hard experience, paid the high price required by many of these facets of my life, should they not [...]

Yes we had many great times didn’t we love but what you need to know my dear is that the times are not over In your deepest heart of hearts you and [...]

Carrer Verdi (Barcelona)      P. Crockett AS time passed I sensed the power of the path opening up before me, but also knew that my old life and [...]

[...] been, I headed out with my paints as a leap of faith. Sitting outside listening to the tape Scott had made for me, splashing paint on the canvas as tears ran down my face, I captured in [...]

[...] of us compared notes on our journeys. In a rambling, easy discussion, we talked about the experience Jeff and I had shared that afternoon with Thunder Cloud, the infinite variations on the theme of a [...]