While I’m sadden to have not know Andrea while they lived their fullest life. I’ve been graced with having Andrea’s face appearing my feed. Even though Andrea is gone and I didn’t follow Andrea’s work, every time I’ve seen their face it feels like a gentle pause, a moment of peace and goodness amongst the chaos. It reminds me of when your face or work crosses my feed. I pause, feeling warmth spread in my heart. I find myself often thinking “Oh yay it’s Aidan! I just adore him.” Even though we’ve never met and had very little interaction, your work and your being holds a special place in my heart. ✨💚
So beautifully written. A whole new way for my to look at myself in the mirror.
“I saw a photo of you/ I saw the lines on your face/ I made you smile once/ so maybe one of those lines has my name.” Staring into my own ancient eyes, I knew that every wrinkle on my face had the name of someone I loved. I have so many wrinkles, I thought, because I have loved so many people.
WOW. Just wow. Thank you, Aidan, for sharing this video. I believe it's true -- I lost my mom at a young age and have kept her with me in my heart 40+ years later... Another insight I had was when you said: "we cannot truly live until we come to terms with the fact that life will end" -- there's more truth in that statement than any I have read. I am a huge fan of LOTR, and Tolkien created his elves as living thousands of years. Imagine the BURDEN of such a life, seeing the world change (in Middle Earth) and how death is actually a gift. I can apply that to this earth, too, because I am so weary of the current era -- but hope to stick around to see democracy restored. SIGH. I wrote a substack this week about changes, in fact. Hope you check it out. Thanks again for sharing Andrea's poetry.
A beautiful tribute to an incredible human ❤️
While I’m sadden to have not know Andrea while they lived their fullest life. I’ve been graced with having Andrea’s face appearing my feed. Even though Andrea is gone and I didn’t follow Andrea’s work, every time I’ve seen their face it feels like a gentle pause, a moment of peace and goodness amongst the chaos. It reminds me of when your face or work crosses my feed. I pause, feeling warmth spread in my heart. I find myself often thinking “Oh yay it’s Aidan! I just adore him.” Even though we’ve never met and had very little interaction, your work and your being holds a special place in my heart. ✨💚
So beautifully written. A whole new way for my to look at myself in the mirror.
“I saw a photo of you/ I saw the lines on your face/ I made you smile once/ so maybe one of those lines has my name.” Staring into my own ancient eyes, I knew that every wrinkle on my face had the name of someone I loved. I have so many wrinkles, I thought, because I have loved so many people.
WOW. Just wow. Thank you, Aidan, for sharing this video. I believe it's true -- I lost my mom at a young age and have kept her with me in my heart 40+ years later... Another insight I had was when you said: "we cannot truly live until we come to terms with the fact that life will end" -- there's more truth in that statement than any I have read. I am a huge fan of LOTR, and Tolkien created his elves as living thousands of years. Imagine the BURDEN of such a life, seeing the world change (in Middle Earth) and how death is actually a gift. I can apply that to this earth, too, because I am so weary of the current era -- but hope to stick around to see democracy restored. SIGH. I wrote a substack this week about changes, in fact. Hope you check it out. Thanks again for sharing Andrea's poetry.
Watched a video of her from NBC Chicago on YouTube. It was beautiful!