Big Drummer Man

Most of my time with Brian was spent dancing or processing to his drumbeats, either without or with children hanging on his neck or arm.  One thing I always appreciated about him was his insistent smile and eye contact, both of which assured me in unspoken messages that I was a desirable woman at 50-60-70-whatever years old I was at whatever time it happened to be.  This is a question one tends to ask oneself as the years pass and it’s so nourishing to be reassured that, yes…

In the family tribe setting, Brian and Juli have always been kind and loving and inclusive as to my part in the TRM Von KleinSmid family.  This too has been very nourishing to my spirit, as my family life has been, shall we say unchoreographed during the freewheeling 60’s, 70’s, etc…

One of these pictures is a group shot at the Sawdust Festival with Brian’s face rather faint at the top of the group, already in angelic expression.  That’s how I will think of him now, an angel watching over all of us… The other picture is a classic TRM fun moment, capturing the love energy going from him into all of the people in front of him, as it does, and as he always did.

… Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. 

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there;

I did not die . .  (author unknown)