Jeez. Snipers alley, as Virginia said to me as she relayed the news, that Mark and keeled over and died, totally unexpectedly. Such a life. I feel for Charlotte.
Last night, the eve of Mark’s burial,i read Charlottes valediction to Mark in her Red Tent blog (that Sara, so thoughtfully, subscribed me to for this month). Beautiful writing, woven with her pain as well as love . 35 years of intermingling metaphysically, beautifully. The words has an ethereal feel, often through the metaphor as well as root of flowers, that so nourished Mark (I remember him asking what a plant was in my kitchen, and I dismissed it with a name). Are we walking into the ‘The Age of Flowers’. that Mark already walked? ‘For my beloved, the Earth, and the liberation of the human spirit.’
An extraordinary life lived ordinarily.
All day, working in the wood, I felt the sadness of the finite truth I would not see or laugh with Mark again, and regretted that visit I never made.
Delhi 2006 – Mark and Charlotte with me in Delhi
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