and gave a link to her websites. Joan is an excellent author, mostly writing about sex and aging. She is a beautiful woman who does much good work.
She interviewed me for a forthcoming book and I had a great time answering her questions. She wrote that I gave her some particular things to consider she didn’t get from other interviewees…and of course, that is flattering.
We started to write a little, and then there was silence. I wondered but knew she was very involved with this new book.
Last night I got an email from Joan. Her sweet husband, Robert died August 2sd. I hadn’t gone to her websites and had I done so, I would have known this very sad news. She was generous enough in the middle of her grief to send me a personal message and also a “Tip” guide that she had written, and I am so sorrowful that she is experiencing this, which all of us, sooner or later will experience, the lost of a close loved one.
She stands as an example to me. Not for just what she writes, but for what she is. And her amazing heart that is able to focus on others at a time that is too difficult to imagine. At least for now.
Dear Joan, I know you are reading this sooner or later. Know that so many care for you, and for what you do and what you stand for. You will regain your feet, get your voice back and continue giving of yourself as you have.
You, dear woman, are a lovely example for all of us as we age.
With love,
Jane (Teela…and Lady Nyo)
http://www.betterthanieverexpected.blogspot.com
SONNET #1 LOVE
Stretch me out, both my arms over my head,
The weight of you hard now on my flesh,
Hollow to hollow, hip to hip instead
Tongue entwining tongue, lust so intermeshed,
Legs like twisted branches grown together
Two old trees only thunder from Heaven
Can rattle asunder but our hearts never.
Grafted in lust and love spirits leaven’d
Love is eternal though life be sorrow
Desire burns out of reach, hands not tender
Souls always yearning, day upon morrow
Hearts dance upon glances sometimes render’d
Our lives strain forth with implacable odds,
Love eternal, more the gift of gods.
Thank you, Joan.
September 2, 2008 at 9:55 pm
Teela,
a thoughtful and loving post for your friend. I am going to visit her website, thanks for the link. Your sonnet is lovely.
shia
September 3, 2008 at 1:26 am
Thank you, shia…all friends need to be supported, especially when something like this happens.
She is a valuable woman…her websites are great. She has given a lot to people in this particular age group. As we get older, sex still rears it’s ugly head. She gives it makeup! LOL!
That sonnet…Jesus God! I have been putting together this book…”A Seasoning of Lust”….for publication…It was to be just a small thing…but it has mushroomed into a major thing….and I am cutting things left and right.
Especially the sonnets!! I hate sonnets…don’t know why I ever wrote them…and there are a collection of them….like dead flies on a window sill.
Teela
September 3, 2008 at 3:25 pm
I left a note on your friends web site. I feel bad for her.
You write beautifully and you can write sonnets well, not dead flies….lol
sister of the traveling gorean panties,
shia
September 3, 2008 at 4:51 pm
ROTF….that just rolls me….”sister of the traveling gorean panties”…
LOL!…
good one, shia….we wait a while and they will be Depends….LOL!
Jane…and thank you for leaving a note on Joan’s website …she’s a wonderful woman and like all of us, needs support at a time like this.
Thank you, shia…I still hate sonnets….it will be on my tombstone, too.
Jane
September 4, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Jane dear, your sonnets are songs to the wind…they evoke emotion that, if more in depth, would kill us! My heart is aching for Joan in her loss, and your sonnet brought tears to my eyes. As we get older, and realize that the love we have, whether fulfilling or not, means everything to us. The idea of losing that person, to death now as we age, is the hardest thing to face. How dearly we see them, memorizing every possible aspect, because some day, our memory is all we have left. My heart aches….
September 4, 2008 at 8:45 pm
shia dear sister,
May I please order three pair of the traveling Gorean panties…my family gives me all kinds of grief because I don’t wear any at all. I would definitely wear those! Colors of your choice, of course.
September 4, 2008 at 8:55 pm
But I STILL hate sonnets! LOL!…well, I hate composing them….they are brain drains like nothing else!
But thank you, dear sister of the traveling panties….or as we really age…
“Sisterhood of the traveling Depends….LOL!
Thank you, avatara….for your lovely and supportive comments.
yeah, that sonnet made me cry, too….cry because I had to do three more for that month at ERWA….LOL!>>
Ok….(learn to take compliments gracefully, Jane…) Thank you, avatara….writing is such a relief from the issues of life, neh? We incorporate our emotions, our sadness, our experience…and sometimes…sometimes our words resonate in others….hopefully.
Jane/Teela/Lady Nyo…depending upon the hour…
September 4, 2008 at 9:03 pm
Ordered up…but they only come in eggplant…
LOL!
J.