One of the things that Di was known for, loved and immersed herself in was fashion. She was the queen of the scissors, the style, the encylopedia of the do's and dont's when it came to the latest trend.
I absolutely LOVE this photo of Di. Isn't she the glam of glam? The total 80's cutting-edge wanna-have-that-look-can-you-give-me-that-look.......
Di, you were a trendsetter.......
This is the shot I grabbed right as the sun was at it's brightest
The other day, we had a furious storm that blanketed our lives that first began with a violently hot and humid day with temperatures in the high 90's and heat indexes reaching 110 +.
It was a day that started hot, progressed through the day with increasing humidity and then a bang of storms with wind shears of sometimes 70-80 mph and rain and hail. No tornados, thankfully but sirens blaring announcing the introduction of high winds coupled with heavy rains that lasted for hours among the dark and ominious skies that were lit only by the intense lightning show.
When I finally arrived home, the rain had subsided to a calm, steady fine mist, the clouds and dark skies changed quickly to open up and the sun enveloped the world in bright blinding oranges and red hues which provided an amazing view. I noticed as the sun was welcomed in it brought with it a beautiful rainbow that appeared as a double rainbow and then prominently displayed itself as the magnificent beauty of a single rainbow stream that was able to be viewed from one side to the other.
I quickly ran and grabbed my camera and darted through the rain soaked grass to grab a few shots of the wonderment of nature and all that it gives us each and every day. The rainbow was so large and view was just a speck of the rainbow but I managed to get some good shots.
This was taken after the sun calmed and left the beauty of a magnificent rainbow, nature's bounty at it's finest
When I see rainbows, I think about Di.
There is not much these days that doesn't reminid me of her though...
My life will never be the same and the bad days seem to be very bad and the good days are good, but it's hard sometimes to pull the 'really good' out of those good days.
Of all the years that we drove together to classes, sat in parking lots waiting for parking spaces and wandered the campus together, the Arts Building was one of our favorites. One semester, a class was doing advanced printmaking and one student did an entire collection on rainbows. Di loved that collection, her eyes lit up and she had that crazy little giggle as we looked over the collection.
A few weeks later, we were sitting in my car, waiting again for a parking space in the lot and there had been a tremendous thunderstorm and as the storm cleared, a rainbow appeared. Di and I always talked and sometimes we had crazy conversations about many silly things. We started talking about the pot 'o gold that might be at the end of that particular rainbow (we could only see one part of it), and I told her that I would give anything up to go and fetch that pot 'o gold for her and she told me that I'd have to keep half of it....always Di, always thinking of others, always offering her little 'piece of the pie' and her part of the pot 'o gold to someone else.
A rainbow for Di; even though I'm sure that she has already found that pot 'o gold and she has already shared it with everyone she has met.........along with that crazy little giggle and her big smile.
the difference between a rant and a prayer lies only in the position and delivery
Raising yourself to the skies facing either the biggest laugh
or the only great eye
Hands up and open in surrender or supplication or fisted in the fiercest demand
the voice modulated between a thick strangle and the soft, humble hang time of pleading
Personally, I prefer prayer
It’s not that I know someone is up there
It’s that I can’t bear to think that there’s not
Prayer is the knot at the end of the rope that keeps us from finally falling.
Prayer is the small tug at the end of the robe of a myth that always stands at your shoulder
with it’s comforting color and it’s irritating politics
Prayer is small and tentative and set against the whispering background of hope
and so we pray...
I won’t kneel, that will bring me closer to what defeats me now.
I won’t bow, because I can’t cower in the face of a question
But I can ask and hear my plea flood the air
and take comfort in the fact that I still have the strength to want
I am so tired, cliches about weight aside
the world has nested on my shoulders for a long winter’s nap
my life follows the coldest road, dark and indifferent
and quite happy to roll on without me
And sometimes it seems that I’m the only rider and that rests in me so heavily
I can only sit down and hope for a deep breath
You, who know the true meaning of the word beyond
You, who holds the lives of so many in your strange justice
You, who promise this life will be justified, send some of that folkie old narcotic this way, can’t ya?
And let me stand back a while
I ask for peace
I ask for patience
I ask for health
I ask for beauty
I ask for company
I ask for love
By Lisa Buscani
Lisa Buscani got her start in Chicago's performance poetry scene and ultimately became a National Poetry Slam Champion as well as a Pushcart Prize nominee. She has published one book of poetry, Jangle (Tia Chucha Press) and has produced three critically and publicly acclaimed solo shows, Carnivale Animale, At That Time, and Solid Citizen.
She has been featured in poetry anthologies such as Alive from the NuYorican Poets Café (Holt) and Word Up (Keyporter Books/EMI). She has appeared on HBO, CNN, PBS, Much Music and NPR. She is currently the executive director of The Poetry Center of Chicago.