When asked if she would consider being our official photographer for the evening for an honorarium my friend Katherine replied;
“That sounds so interesting. I would love to be involved. As far as my services are concerned I would like to donate my time. Working on the SeaBus I see so many people that live or spend time in the DTES and many are mentally challenged. I can only imagine how hard it is to be surviving on the DTES. I have a friend that I met on the SeaBus, his name is Scotty and he is schizophrenic and homeless.
When I’m at work I bring him a sandwich or something for lunch and he sits on the boat and we chat for an hour or so and then he is on his way. So if I can help with this project I’d love to.”
Having no experience in event planning I have reached out, pretty shamelessly truth be told, for help from every friend and acquaintance for advise, contacts, donations…what ever they would be willing to share, I’ve gratefully accepted. This is what my dear friends Mike and Deborah replied when I told them what we were up to;
“We would like to donate something to the silent auction. What a wonderful cause you will be raising money for. Hats off to Erik for his involvement with those less fortunate than we.”
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‘Beauty’- Thank you for your effort and sacrifice; you always include everyone in your arms embrace and care for us all well.
CITIES AND STREETS
‘…the kiss of my mouth
their breath was your gift,
their beauty, your life’ - H.D.
We can believe.
It is not – effortless
never a waste
but often disgusting.
Street after street after street
of despair – harkens our eyes
to the harsh cold.
No garden to warm the eyes
no heart – open to see.
Lights to lighten
surfaces to luminous rain
a hidden source of power
reveals itself.
Glowing reflections are –
too close to my face
and burn images – into an already
tired face.
Car tread – leaves
foot printed impressions
on the blacken pavement.
a temporarily heightened sense
of intent appears.
Strange shelters of likeness
aid the path of the next.
Beauty surrounds them
hides a moment of despair.
‘No crevice unpacked with the honey,
so rare’ - bees share
with the flower
both benefiting from the
experience.
We wander yes
But find – we do also.
Deny the past and the disgusting
and it is a denial of the self.
Find the fruit,
the moss
on a tree.
Shake the leaves
and the hidden elephants and oranges
emerge on the path – they guide – advise
on reflections.
a new beauty reveals her self.