The Guestbook
The World Is Rearranged
There's a hole in the world so we have to rearrange to fill in the space. The rare gift you have given us is knowing that we must carry on, to care for one another, to tell our stories and to listen. And so, we each need to work a bit harder and give a little more, and come into the space that you created with love. You will be missed by so many. In these days we will fill Ruth, your Ruth, with love, and in any way we can, share her sorrow.
Dear God : " Another Bluesman - dues paid in full " -- St. Peter
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" Lost now is our point-man poet/shaman "
...and Karmu
Brother Blue was an amazing man, and in so many ways. His stories were more than the words they used, and his exuberance and intensity were always an example of what was possible in 'living life to it's fullest". He was a friend of Karmu (they performed togehter many times), the legendary healer of Canbridge. Karmu left the body some years ago, and together they bespoke a spirit that defies description. Blother Blue healed minds with his stories and hearts with his presence.
The comings and goings of the great ones are not subject to the desires of ordinary people, and so wish him well. Nothing more is needed.
The middle of the middle is not for grief. He died going off into a sunset with the sky reddened by the candles of ten thousand angels. We will all meet him again one day, and we all will make a long journey together. How could it be otherwise?
a saint gone home
In the small hours of a morning more than 30 years ago, I was a Harvard freshman, awake and listening to WBCN - in the middle of punk and rock'n'roll, uncertainty and isolation, Blue's voice and the music that always surrounded him soothed and reassured me. Thanks for the wisdom and inspiration...
You Have the Power
Brother Blue, I am extremely sad today to hear that you have left us. May your spirit continue to bring us together as storytellers. You inspired me because you believed in our power to touch others through our daily life stories. I will NEVER forget that.
feeling blue
God bless you. A real brother to all people.
The Magic of Butterflies
Brother Blue, Brother Blue -- I hadn't seen you in years but you were so important to my childhood! As I wee blonde child growing up in Cambridge in 70s and 80s you were like this Magnificent Magic Man in the real world. Thank you. Thank you for your stories and ribbons and pins and for showing me what is possible today.
Tears are in our eyes
Tears are in our eyes: tears of loss, tears of wonder, tears of joy and thanksgiving for the gifts of a butterfly, tears of memory, tears of mountains inside calling us to climb, tears of darkness, tears of dawning light, tears of love and hope for this world offered by you, our brother blue.
Sadness in Toronto
in memory of your many visits, and the joy you brought us, and me.
Thank You
Brother Blue, Brother Blue
what will I grow into?
What will I do?
What will I be?
Can I climb the mountain
inside of me?
