Rest in Peace, Robin Williams
Like the typical clown, I would hope.... we don't have to be sad to make others laugh and to share laughter. To be truly compassionate with our friends and loved ones....we must feel both our strengths and vulnerabilities. A sad weak heart ultimately cannot soothe or help heal another sad weak heart.
As a child, I never really laughed with the clown. I felt his sadness.
Like I felt for all the animals in cages and the elephant on the rope, being lead around the ring. And all the crazy circus people who were taught to entertain us, when we all knew they lived in tents and ate peanuts and popcorn and spent months away from their families. Oh you say that was their "circus family."
I never found that to be romantic or glorious.
The modern dancer Isadora Duncan, on the other hand, I romanticized being....
To. dance wildly in the fields and to teach little girls on the beach to freely dance, to feel as free as wild birds. To be stripped of pretense....to dance one's talk...Now that is authentic artful living at its best.
My heart aches for the loss of Robin Williams.
I know his sweet wise creative generous soul was such
a gift of laughter and levity to all of us.
The sad irony is this: It's the same sweet soul who provided joy who was simultaneously in excessive pain. And now he can be comforted in peace by all of our prayers-- that he speed into god's eternal light, a star forever.
~Kate Lamberg (c) August 12, '14
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