In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Monday, August 21, 2006

My Old Sweetheart 

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Linda Ann Ford 5 comments

5 Comments:

Hi Kim:
Haven't been online in awhile, then
I woke up today from a dream about you being caught in a tangled thicket of wild in the woods. Then I knew Linda had died.

Got to your blog and saw the news.

'Like Gwenyphar riding Arthur home on a flower strewn bier
over the River Styx, her hair silver, her face both wise and beautiful from the twin paths of joy and sorrow

You take this one last ride
for your friend
heart and hands open
spilling petals of surrender and gratitude
to sweeten her last journey'


With deepest condolences & love

Pam, Don & AJ

By Anonymous Pam C-Y, at 10:07 PM  

Thanks so much, my dear dear friend. Hugs to your whole family. You have sustained your share of losses lately. This has been an awful year for so many people. May times change...for the better.

Blessed be.

By Blogger Kim Antieau, at 9:33 AM  

Thanks for the pictures of Linda you've published. This one is great and is how I will picture Linda whenever I think of her now.

By Blogger kevin, at 7:54 PM  

I've been a bit "outta the loop" but I feel sorry for your loss.

I had my Grandma pass away four years ago this June and recently had a family friend pass away.

By Blogger James, at 7:59 AM  

Thanks, Kevin. She is beautiful there, isn't she? And that look captures her personality--although capture feels like the wrong word.

I'm sorry for your losses, James. I wonder if it ever gets easy.

By Blogger Kim Antieau, at 12:29 AM  

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