Saturday, March 01, 2008

In Memory of Michael

Living life to its fullest isn't about
checking off thrills from a list;
It's about being fearless in following my dreams,
courageous in accepting
that some will go unfulfilled
and taking the time to savor
something as simple
as a cup
of tea

A little over a year or so ago, I tripped over a blog . It was the blog created by Michael, a talented writer, photographer and zen follower. He was also slowly dying of a rare form of cancer. He took extraordinary photos of the East Village. He managed to capture its fading essence through photos of the neighborhood regulars, its buildings and colorful events in such a way that made even cynics like me moved.

He loved Japan and immersed himself in the Zen life. I so enjoyed following him on his spiritual path.

He was honest and compassionate in his honesty. I learned so much from him. He accepted his death with a grace that I cannot do justice in describing.

Michael died in January. The poem that begins this post is his.

I don't think I will ever forget him. I know that I don't want to.


jodi said...

I am sorry.

Linda said...

holy shit! excuse my language but i'm shocked. i checked his blog nearly daily when i lived in the EV and even looked out for him (and you for that matter) every time I was in the park. wow, I wasn't expecting that at all. so sad. really. such a shame. :(

Anonymous said...

I thought you would like to know that there is an exhibit of Michael's East Village Portraits currently on view at the Soho Photo Gallery, 15 White Street. It will be on until July 4th.