For a season I kept an audio journal - one composition per day...
Janet's post and a recent email from Lynne reminded me of these soundfiles from that season, a time when I was very familiar with mixing respirator medicine, the effects of chemotherapy, morphine pumps, thrush, and oxygen tanks.
Donna's oxygen tanks rang so clearly, and were a constant presence during this season. You can hear them in each of these.
The images were from around the same time as the audio journal entries.
December 24, 2003
Breath Prayer
January 24, 2004
Oxygen
January 25, 2004
Admission
5 comments:
Oh Bill, This is so personal...and lovely...and painful. Thank you for sharing it with us here. I'm honored to see and hear these things from this part of your life. What a long, strange trip this is. So glad it leads somewhere good...
What a balm this is. I am so jealous of my dad right now. He is in heaven free from pain and sorrow. However, the beauty that the Lord provides in music and image for us down here on earth is a consolation of that better land to come.
Joy,
Lynne
Amen, Lynne. Take comfort.
That first photo in particular is amazing...
this brought such an ache in my heart...what a sweet memorial. how timely to share it. very thoughtful. My favorite was 1 and then the 3rd...
Gostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passada lá no meu site, que é sobre o CresceNet, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://www.provedorcrescenet.com . Um abraço.
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