The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.
Emily Dickinson
It's very difficult to describe my relationship with Eunice O'Hanna. At times she is my artistic shaman. Other times she's is my creative mother. Yet other times she is simply my friend. I've never met anyone else like her and probably will never again find someone to even parallel her talent.


We made a unique connection this shaman and I. In a blog titled "Empty Handed" I wrote: "There's a place creative people frequently find. It's a place where nothing seems to flow; a spiritual dry well. We know the well is far from empty, but we cannot draw from it. Without a doubt its a source of anguish and frustration."
During my stay with her this past week. My friend, shaman, and teacher was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. "I really liked that blog you wrote", she would tell me. "I can't remember it but it truly describes what I feel. It's just not coming to me."
I've not given up on my creativity and I pray that Eunice will have the opportunity to create more. You see it's something we truly have to do. It's a part of us and as essential as breathing.
During my stay with her this past week. My friend, shaman, and teacher was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. "I really liked that blog you wrote", she would tell me. "I can't remember it but it truly describes what I feel. It's just not coming to me."
I've not given up on my creativity and I pray that Eunice will have the opportunity to create more. You see it's something we truly have to do. It's a part of us and as essential as breathing.