Whoopi Goldberg Shares Robin Williams Live

Thank you Whoopi, this is a priceless memory <3

Robin Williams 1951 – 2014

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Stop Putting Loved Ones in a Box in the Ground

ASHES INTO ROCK ONCE U DIE 12214_781330348591601_6000800589668256880_nTommy Brownell wrote:
I am doing this for my wife’s ashes, it then gives you a place to visit one that doesn’t depress you every time you visit their resting place. Instead you are brought to a place full of life and promise not a field of death.

We need to stop putting are loved ones in a box in the ground like an old pair of shoes. let their joy of life blossom into a reef.

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Robin Williams on the Worst Thing in Life

Robin Williams on the worst thing in life 10556285_10152627341522359_7259142350064190782_nThat is so true.
It saddens me deeply to know that people made you feel that way
Robin Williams …and now you are gone

Or, as some would put it that you allowed yourself to feel this way because of the people who gathered around you. I wish you would have found a way to rid you of such parasitic modern-day vampires versus being sucked dry by them.

I always thought our paths would cross one day and that I could tell you just how much your being in this world made it a magical place to be.

Your artistic works will live on to touch generations to come. Robin Williams, you will  be and already are terribly missed. God speed <3

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R.I.P. Lauren Bacall

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On Depression

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Caroline Myss recently posted the following on FB:

I spent part of my evening listening to the news reports about the suicide of Robin Williams, as I am sure many of you did. Like the death of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, we are left wondering how it is that yet another successful, famous individual could also be in so much pain that he would become addicted to drugs.

The media gathered its experts to offer their opinions on why they thought Williams ended his life but how would they know? They spoke on and on about depression and alcoholism, as apparently Williams openly discussed his struggles with both of these inner demons.

Williams, as we all know, is yet another celebrity suicide – hardly the first. Many people commit suicide these days. It’s practically an epidemic within the military. And look at the number of young people who end their lives these days. It’s astounding.

Unlike all these experts who credit depression as the root cause or being bullied at school, I find such explanations inadequate. It’s obvious that these individuals are coping with depression but who hasn’t cycled through a depression in life?

No one is happy or clear about their life or surrounded by love and safety all the time, though depression is certainly a suffering that extends well beyond the measure of whether a person is all the above.

Depression is also a chemical suffering. A person often needs more than depression to consider ending his or her life – emphasis on the word “often”.

Depression is a leading cause of suicide – we know that. Depression is also complex and has degrees of intensity, though this is not the place for me to write extensively about this subject. Suffice to say that every one familiar with depression – either because they are coping with it or because they are living with someone suffering with it – knows that it can grip you for a month or it can be a lifetime nightmare.

My brother suffered with depression, mixed it with alcohol and ultimately died from both. I’ve lived with depression and addiction through the life of my brother and our family. I know depression is a suffering – I know it all too well.

When clinical depression merges with a spiritual crisis, that’s when the psyche loses its capacity to breath, to remain connected to the life force in any vital way. A crisis of the spirit – of the soul – shatters one’s connection to purpose and meaning, to feeling hope itself.

We have grown increasingly complex over these past decades, focusing more and more on the world behind our eyes as much if not more than the world in front of our eyes. We have awakened intuitive, emotional, and numerous other senses, all of which have animated our psychic boundaries in ways previously unknown to human nature. Suffice to say that many of the sufferings of the mind are not just a product of one’s personal life but of not realizing the full extent of one’s own energetic nature.

I know nothing at all about Robin Williams other than seeing a few of his films and some of his stand up comic routines on television. But I gathered from those stand up routines that he was a man who paid attention to the events going on in this world. His satire took aim at political folly and global-sized problems, asking which was worse, the problems or the problem-solvers?

In other words, Williams had his finger on the pulse of world events. He may well have had everything that money could buy, except solutions to these predicaments that plagued his soul.

I am merely speculating, you understand, but he was not a shallow man. He was a thinker, a man whose art demanded he pay attention to what mattered to people. He was also by his own admission an addict and perhaps even bi-polar – who knows. But those diagnoses do not diminish his capacity to observe the world around him; indeed, as I have witnessed with many people who battle mental and emotional sufferings, some of their pain is rooted in their astute powers of observation and not just from their personal lives.

All pain is not personal.

A spiritual crisis can look like depression. It has many of the same inner sufferings, but the differences are very profound.

Unfortunately we cannot ask a suicide victim any of the essential questions that would help one discern whether he is suffering from clinical depression or experiencing a spiritual crisis.

Let me offer this prayer for all those who are coping with depression,

“My prayer on this day is that [you] receive the graces of hope and fortitude during this time in [your] life. Help [you] to make it through those moments when [you] feel like giving up. Hover over [them], God, with guidance through [their] thoughts and through [their] dreams.”
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Note from Emanita01: As the above prayer was written in the first person, I took the liberty of changing it to the third person. So, the italicized words are my modifications.

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The Loss of Robin Williams Draws the Seriousness of Depression into the Light

Posted on Facebook by Christopher Bailey (who works for the World Health Organization)

The outpouring of affection for RW has been moving, just as the questions on depression, myths and realities, have been stirring. Back in the day, I briefly experienced the positive side of his manic personality. For those who would like to know more, here is WHO’s excellent video on the subject of depression. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiCrniLQGYc

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Anne Lamott on Robin Williams & the Abyss of Mental Illness

 

Posted on Facebook by Anne Lamott

This will not be well written or contain any answers or be very charming. I won’t be able to proof read it It is about times like today when the abyss is visible and we cannot buy cute area rugs at IKEA to truck out the abyss. Our brother Robin fell into it yesterday. We are all staring at the abyss today.

I called my Jesuit friend the day after the shootings in Newtown, stunned, flat, fixated, scared to death: “Is there any meaning in the deaths of twenty 5 and 6 year old children?”

Tom said, “Not yet.”

And there is no meaning in Robin’s death, except as it sheds light on our common humanity, as his life did. But I’ve learned that there can be meaning without things making sense.

Here is what is true: a third of the people you adore and admire in the world and in your families have severe mental illness and/or addiction. I sure do. I have both. And you still love me. You help hold me up. I try to help hold you up. Half of the people I love most have both; and so do most of the artists who have changed and redeemed me, given me life. Most of us are still here, healing slowly and imperfectly. Some days are way too long.

And I hate that, I want to say. I would much prefer that God have a magic wand, and not just a raggedy love army of helpers. Mr. Roger’s mother told him when he was a boy, and a tragedy was unfolding that seemed to defy meaning, “Look to the helpers.” That is the secret of life, for Robin’s family, for you and me.

I knew that those children at Sandy Hook were caught in God’s loving maternal arms at the second each crossed over, and the teachers were, too. I believe the shooter was too, another child of God with severe mental illness, because God loves, period. But this is controversial.

I know Robin was caught too, in both the arms of God, and of his mother, Laurie.

I knew them both when I was coming up, in Tiburon. He lived three blocks away on Paradise drive. His family had money; ours didn’t. But we were in the same boat–scared, shy, with terrible self esteem and grandiosity. If you have a genetic predisposition towards mental problems and addiction, as Robin and I did, life here feels like you were just left off here one day, with no instruction manual, and no idea of what you were supposed to do; how to fit in; how to find a day’s relief from the anxiety, how to keep your beloved alive; how to stay one step ahead of abyss.

We all thought after Newtown that gun control legislation would be passed, but no–not one new law. We think in the aftermath of Robin’s death that there will be consciousness raising about mental health, but I doubt it. The shock and awe will pass, like it did after Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s death. Unless…unless we take action. But what? I don’t have a clue. Well, here’s Glenn Close’s astonishing organization to raise awareness and diminish the stigma of mental illness, where you can give OR receive help: http://www.bringchange2mind.org/ Go there, OK?

In Newtown, as in all barbarity and suffering, in Robin’s death, on Mount Sinjar, in the Ebola towns, the streets of India’s ghettos, and our own, we see Christ crucified. I don’t mean that in a nice, Christian-y way. I mean that in the most ultimate human and existential way. The temptation is to say, as cute little believers sometimes do, Oh it will all make sense someday. The thing is, it may not. We still sit with scared, dying people; we get the thirsty drinks of water.

This was at theologian Fred Buechner blog today: “It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life’s story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others’ lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling.”

Live stories worth telling! Stop hitting the snooze button. Try not to squander your life on meaningless, multi-tasking bullshit. I would shake you and me but Robin is shaking us now.

Get help. I did. Be a resurrection story, in the wild non-denominational sense. I am.

If you need to stop drinking or drugging, I can tell you this: you will be surrounded by arms of love like you have never, not once, imagined. This help will be available twenty/seven. Can you imagine that in this dark scary screwed up world, that I can promise you this? That we will never be closed, if you need us?

Gravity yanks us down, even a man as stunning in every way as Robin. We need a lot of help getting back up. And even with our battered banged up tool boxes and aching backs, we can help others get up, even when for them to do so seems impossible or at least beyond imagining. Or if it can’t be done, we can sit with them on the ground, in the abyss, in solidarity. You know how I always say that laughter is carbonated holiness? Well, Robin was the ultimate proof of that, and bubbles are spirit made visible.

 

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Meet Nya & Alek Wek

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On Beauty

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Anyone feel like this today?

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Debbie Moran posted this the other day:

“Anyone feel like this today? My to do list needs a to do list and this is apparently how I am feeling today. Being reminded of a poem I wrote, so feeling like I want to share it with you, enjoy.”

TIME

Did you ever wonder?
How did this all come about?
This thing we seem to measure
the importance of our lives with?

Somehow along the way,
we broke our days, our moments, our lives
into these tiny segmental measurements.

When that happened, we began to disconnect
from Being in the moments,
to actually monitoring how productive
we are in each moment.

We lost the scent of the moment,
the fragrance that wafts on the currents of the wind.
The brilliance of the shadows and the light
as the Sun rises and sets.

The erratic pattern of a woodpecker
as it flits, from tree to tree.
Or the brilliant streak of red
as a cardinal flies in Pure Vision.

Butterflies, rainbows, purples, reds, yellows;
the full spectrum of life
is waiting to be noticed, recognized, acknowledged.
Waiting to be caressed and waiting for us to Realize
the touch of the Beloved, the Sacred,
the constant state of Being that is us.

Waiting for us to Wake Up,
to Breathe in this Moment,
in this Now,
to revel in the Beauty, the Glory, the Magnificence
that we all are.

The subtle notes…
whispers……
Listen. Do you hear?

Stop….
Breathe in this moment…
Do you feel it?
That soft, tender touch
that’s always Present?

My Heart Remembers.
My Soul knows.
My body quivers with Orgasmic Bliss.
That Invisible Touch; it’s always Present.
Breathe in the Moment.

Time………..
Let it Be
– Debbie Moran

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