Nobody Leaves Venice
NOBODY LEAVES VENICE A-K
NOBODY LEAVES VENICE L-Z
Reminiscences by Moe Stavnezer
Carol Biddulph Dickinson reminiscences
Family and Friends - It is with great sadness that I
share with you that my soulmate Jack Ibarra was accidentally killed this
week in the afternoon on October 16th, 2007, doing what he loved best,
working on a Volkswagen camper van for a friend. The outpouring of love
and support that has surrounded me during this incredible challenge has
provided important ballast for my survival. In honor of Jack's life we
are creating a green home funeral ritual that I invite you to be part
of. Starting today and moving through the weekend, his cardboard coffin
in which he will be cremated in is set up for decoration and blessings.
Anyone who feels inspired please come, create and share stories with his
Use each experience as a stepping stone. BKS Iyengar
Tomorrow Jamal and I are going to a local Temple to offer
a donation in Jack's name so he may become a part of the Temple that will
live on with constant prayers. He was an important part of Venice to all
those who drove VW's and will be missed.
It is Sunday afternoon here in Thailand. I am going to
prepare some breakfast for the Monks at the Temple for my visit tomorrow
morning. I'm not too sure why they like to eat fried rice first thing
in the morning but I was told by a local friend who knows better that
they prefer it to som tam (my favorite dish containing shredded papaya).
So am preparing the rice with love in the steamer now so it will have
a chance to cool which will allow me to make them fried rice Thai style.
(a dish that might have been Jack's favorite) This loving gesture of an
offering to the Monks will nourish their bodies so that they will be able
to offer their love and nourishment to Jack's spirit. His name will be
engraved on a wooden teak leaf and will be hung in a teak tree with whom
a teak carved Buddha sits and is prayed to for the eternity to come. This
is a Thai custom and is done out of love and respect for our spiritual
being whom no longer has a physical form. Jack will be appreciated recognized
and prayed to on a daily basis here in Thailand by these local monks.
Our memories of this truly spectacular being will live on as long as we
continue to pass them on. His impression left on me was, has, and always
will be great, for I have learned more from him than any of my teachers.
My tears have formed rivers here in this form of expression and I am still
in shock of it meaningfulness. I also hope my actions speak louder than
my loss of words in this moment wherever we may be.
© 2004 - 2012 Pat Hartman