My son, Deva, died 36 years ago. I have grieved and do still. Night dreams continue to come and go: I’ve lost him, I’ve found him, I hold him, he’s gone. Deva still teaches me and I’m still learning to open all the gifts of his life and death. Here is a gift that took me by surprise - an invitation to participate in healing from One Bright Star and Twin Rivers Arts.
“Seven Artists have been paired with seven families who have each lost a child, to capture the essence of their child through an original work of art.” Thirty six years after his death, I’m invited to share the essence of my child. Yes, I cried. Overwhelmed with the honor of the community recognition and embrace of my son. Connection. Compassion. Community. Thank you.