One morning my husband comes to my office to give me an important phone message. “Jo wants you to come and talk to her about her funeral.”
My friend Jo, an artist and poet, is dying of an aggressive form of cancer that is infiltrating her brain. At home in hospice care, she has already lost the use of her left side and has been told she may lose her mind and speech soon. So I go right over to her house where she is enthroned (a tall, regal woman) in her hospital bed in the middle of her living room. All her visitors have the pleasure of being surrounded by her paintings, magical and alive, like all her work from sculpture to book arts (have you ever worn a book? Jo has!) to poetry–some of her most powerful work was composed in the hospital. Continue reading “Coming Out as a Shaman at Your Presbyterian Memorial Service by Elizabeth Cunningham”
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