Rosario Dawson Instagram – Isabel II… I called you Mami because that’s what your 5 children called you at home until I was taught to call you Mima. My Mima. You’d have been 90 today… The world is a better, blessed place for the 75 years you graced us with your presence. So palpably does your love and spirit ever still resonate. You were my favorite person and I’m so grateful to have loved and been loved by you in this lifetime. My tears are my ceremony and my ritual. Surrendering just as you let go and let God. I love you. To infinity plus 1. Mi Reina.
When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed. | Posted on 03/Jul/2025 04:19:52
