Archive for the ‘Love’ Tag
I love all facets of making visual imagery, e.g., writing, music, cameras, catching the moment, editing the moment to share my perspective of the experience — I could go on and on. For me, visual imagery is a passion.
In recent years I have been able to spend more time with this love, even getting into digital video and taking on a lot of digital media projects. However, as with any endeavor, especially those you love, doing it full-time can reduce the love affair to just another relationship. So often, creativity suffers in the relationship. Rather than being artistic, you become a technician, lacking originality and flair. Sometimes you are so focused on the routine your passion becomes an obsession.
The moral:
Don’t do what you love full-time.
Instead, make sure the love is surrounded by other endeavors
which nurtures your art’s creative juices.
Only then will you begin to feel the juices ooze from your pores.
Only then will you experience real love.
Only then will you indeed be alive.
— kenne
Kiko and the Lavender Moon — May 1992 to December 2008
In May of 1992, Katie and David gave us Kiko, a half-breed Siamese and Himalayan, but mostly Siamese in personality. For sixteen years, eight months, we were his equal, sharing his life and his home. Now he is gone, leaving us his home, his love, while taking only what was his – well, not meaning to, he took a lot of our love. What made Kiko so special was his uncanny ability to share space without being in your face. He never wanted to be on us, but with us. If I was sitting on a bar stole, he would be sitting on the stole next to me. He knew how to share – our bed was his, unless we were in it.
The last year and half was difficult for Kiko. My attention to his every move was more on alert, as can be witnessed by three blog entries over a five month period. (Post note: these entries no longer exist since they on my old 360 Yahoo blog, which Yahoo has taken down.)
Kiko, Entry for August 02, 2007
Not of a Clower, Entry for November 24, 2007
The Warmth of The Sun, Entry for December 10, 2007
Visits to the Vet became routine, always talking to everyone and calmly staying on the reception counter as I took care of business. He was secure in my presence, and he always will be in ours.
“Nobody can see
And then he waits
And then he fakes
And then he bends
And then he shakes
He plays and plays
Still playing till he
Goes off to sleep”
kenne
Kiko has a place next to the Zen fountain. I think I knew that when creating this special place in our yard near the deck, his favorite place outside.
Mothers Day, 2008
This year we have two new mothers in the family. 
To our new mothers, April and Jill; and to all mothers and their children, I share this from the book, The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran.
You were born together,
and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other’s shadow.
kenne
