Text and photos by Stewart Dean
Attached are some pictures I took of him last summer at the Summer Hoot at Ashokan. He was then so frail, but his spirit was still fierce.
When he wasn’t at the mic or talking to someone, he would look out into space as if gazing into eternity…with utter calm. It seemed to me he could have, at any time, stepped into the void….utterly surrendered and unafraid
He has now turned and turned….which he wrote: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbPl91kTFro
His voice has been faltering but him never.
“…in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain’s peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word.
In darkness, understanding.”
(“Dy Cabon’s Prayer to the Bastard,” by Lois McMaster Bujold, Paladin of Souls)