Eternity by William Blake

he
who holds to himself
a joy
doth
the winged life
destroy
he
who kisses the joy
as it flies
lives
in eternity’s
sunrise

by William Blake

Just read this William Blake poem, full of hopeful instruction, but that feels kind of melancholy today, as I look out of my window over the valley, in my new place in LA, and think of Brighton, beautiful Brighton and all that’s left behind. Love, Susie x

WHEN GRIEF SITS WITH YOU

Edward from USA sent in this beautiful but heart-breaking letter and I wanted to share it with you all. It is so painfully true of the fractured state inhabited by those fresh to grief – the sense of shattering. I send you all my love and thoughts, Edward. Be strong. We are all with you. And thank you for Ellen Bass’s wonderful and clear-eyed poem.

PIERRE LAROCHE – A TRUE VISIONARY

I met the makeup artist, Pierre LaRoche, on a photo shoot many years ago. He had just returned from living in New York and had settled opposite me in Edith Grove just off the Kings Road. I was in my early twenties. We became very close friends in the short time that he was alive — a truly beautiful soul. He told me the most wonderful stories about T Rex, and about creating David Bowie’s makeup for Aladdin Sane and Ziggy Stardust. He was the most humble of men. He was in my opinion the greatest, most inventive makeup artist the world had ever seen, but back then these extraordinarily talented people did not receive the same recognition and status as they would today. So let’s remember Pierre LaRoche who was a true visionary genius and the most beautiful friend!

DOES THE SNOW LOVE THE TREES?

I’m sitting at the window and watching the sun spill across the courtyard and things seem suddenly full of potential and hope and good cheer. Goodbye Winter, Sweet Spring is here as I remember the beautiful words of Lewis Carroll.

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