Because sugar, in large stick form, is sometimes a girl’s best friend…
“We are here to awaken from the illusion of our separateness”-Thich Nhat Hanh
I wake this morning- 2 things ringing clear in my head
An unfamiliar word: Zahara
And a complete phrase: ‘Aiming for the one true light’
Googling the first leads me to this beautiful singer from Africa, and her soothing video,’Loliwe’ on You Tube (which has been on replay since my first cup of coffee)
I look up a translation of the lyrics to find an interview with the artist: “the train is pushing/wipe your tears/no matter who your father is/you are not a mistake”
What a lovely surprise, and appropriate beyond belief.
As for the phrase-I also feel it is a message from my friend Roy, telling me he has made his way to a better place. This would not be the first time we have communicated telepathically. Just would be the first time since one of us has passed. But let’s say I am not surprised.
Roy had a death experience once before. 2 1/2 years ago a seizure dropped him like a stone and left him flat lining in a diner. Weeks later he woke in the hospital, with no memory for a while, except that he had died and returned.
He called me later to describe this experience. It was not the tunnely thing they depict on TV. From what I could gather (and words are inadequate) it was like being in outer space, without having a body, but at the same time being connected to the entire universe, and being bathed in unconditional love. It was, of course, beyond my capacity to understand fully-but I tried.
It transformed him noticeably on many levels-he became instantly sober for 2 years straight. Simple things filled him with joy, but he found it difficult to deal with routine tasks after that. He said what he experienced was so profound, that everyday reality was hard to comprehend on some levels.
I had forgotten, till just this moment, what a beautiful a sensation he told me it was. And I need to remember, and to take comfort in it. Because death for me has been the great unknown, the dark scary place from which people never return. And I used to joke with Roy-that he was one of the very few people in the world that actually knew what was waiting for him ‘on the other side’-I mean who is privy to this shit beforehand???NOBODY DUDE! & what amazing fucking knowledge it was to have.
I guess he is just passing some of it along to me this morning.
“Mothers Milk”
You spilled me
like a quart of fresh cream
then, showed me how to
to lap up my own wisdom…
Lisa Byrne January 21, 2012
He would regularly blow my mind with his delightfully out of the box observations & insights. It would make made my brain literally hum-or crack-depending. A lovely thing to those open to it, and I imagine, most disconcerting to the un-initiated. Brother, friend, confidante and cosmic lover. Roy was THE most prolific creator I have ever met. Words are wholly inadequate to describe his unique character. A true artist. One of the most amazing that I have ever known. The shit.
He is the reason I became an art model.
We get very few 2nd chances in life, and over the past couple of years with him I was given several. We celebrated his sobriety, argued, made amends, acted as creative co-conspirators, and were just digging deep into a intimate bond that spanned almost 20 years. I feel I had much left to learn from this man-but apparently his body had other plans. He passed away from a heart attack on January 18th, 2012.
Buddhists are pragmatic about death. (I have not learned this skill) This loss feels unbearable. For a good part of 20 years his voice has been at the other end of my telephone line. What will I do with the silence?
RIP Roy Lambert.
You are one f*cking bad ass human. Please don’t come back*
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reincarnation
UPDATE: January 22, 2012
My friend Roy was a creative genius, but unfortunately not a wealthy man. There have been unexpected expenses involved in his passing. His eldest son, a college student-also a friend of mine-is now in charge of his estate in need of financial assistance to set his affairs properly in order. (We are trying to pay back rent, as well as make funeral arrangements)
If anyone would like to donate (even a few dollars) just because you are willing or able, it will be greatly appreciated. Jubal’s paypal account is jubal@photon.net Thank you <3 in advance, and feel free to contact me personally should you have questions or concerns. I will be assisting him in Mt Shasta later this week. You may also send money to my paypal account at lisabbyrne@hotmail.com (earmarked for Roy) and I will make sure it gets to Jubal.
Im a lil addicted to my new Etsy shop, Petalush
Making & selling cute stuff. This online craft market makes it fun & easy to shop & share and there is an entire social community of super nice people connected to it. (Not to mention I have whole new line of artwork and textiles coming in 2012, I cant wait to promote) I think me and Etsy are a match made in creative heaven.
P.S. I know times are tight- so I’ve made many pre-holiday specials available to my customers. Um, Ridiculous good prices. You can also shop directly from my Petalush Face Book page. There are Product stories, photos, customer comments & sales listed here. Feel free to press the ‘like’ button!
PS I couldn’t have done this without My Doctor helping me get off Vicodin after 2 years, and onto a low dose Naltrexone last month. It was the best f*ng move on her part possible. I brought her the info-but she got excited found everything out she needed to know-and ran with it. I’ve been waiting 20 years for something to help with my chronic fatigue symptoms-that didn’t screw with my mood, wieght, income or libido. This stuff is cheap (I MEAN LIKE $30-50 BUCKS A MONTH OR LESS CHEAP) it lessens pain, is non addictive, non steroidal, and reduces fatigue symptoms in general. Oh & whats that side effect you want to know? Lessee…. I can think more clearly and it feels like my life might be slowly returning!
http://www.lowdosenaltrexone.org/
Happy Holidaze.
xoxo
Just me dancing in my living room. In my underwear. Because life is short and I felt like it.
I wanted to share, and give a little shout out to my twitter friend @T1theinfamous who celebrated his 24th B-day earlier this month. I decide to post this video (Sorry man, my first editing job ever) in his honor – if you would please give his excellent & hilarious blog some hits: http://t1anddrebone.blogspot.com/
P.S. maybe this low res, no makeup vid is a joke to some of you-but till recently I been stuck on a couch in agony for almost two years, so movement for me means living again. I’m still recovering from my neck ablation procedure in Oct & unfortunately not yet back to work-but feeling hella better overall. Saving up for a *fitness (formerly known as a stripper) pole. Go ahead and laugh if you want…
Im gonna dance anyway.
Dis the pole Im saving for: Xpole Xpert Chrome set. I pretty much have the cash-but I NEVER buy new expensive shit. so Im nervous to press the BUY IT NOW BUTTON! LOL
Haiku poem I wrote this morning:
Pain you’re a tiger
Magnificent. I’d rather
Roam forests with you
Later I happened across this photo (above) taken on the last day I worked at Marine World Africa USA in Vallejo CA-about 20 years ago-when they let me hold one of the parks White Baby Bengal Tiger cubs.
-It struck me hard that I actually have *roamed* with live tigers before. Despite my struggles with my body, this image makes me believe I will do so again-
*Stopping Vicodin this week after 1 1/2 years of use. Despite proper tapering, I’m feeling more pain than I imagined I would. Its hard. But, so what? My goal is more effective treatment. I am working closely with my Doc. The only catch…there’s a (not fun) window of time between stopping the old medication and waiting for the new to take effect.
Wish me luck!
xoxo
Someone I know just asked me if I would be willing to photograph them for a very special portrait session. They will undergo a single mastectomy soon, and want to have some beautiful nude images of themselves beforehand. I’ve honestly never been prouder in my life to be a woman or a photographer-than today.
Will probably not post the results-unless she gives me permission-but wanted to share what an important an event this will be-for the both of us. Cancer affects many, reaches deeply, and changes lives forever…
I sell original photo prints on etsy: and this one is dedicated to Stacey Petersen. I will donate a portion of all sales of this print to a fund set up to help her family pay for medical bills incurred during her throat cancer treatment.
xoxo