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Posts Tagged ‘#882 + To the memory of SALLY FOY DIXON 25 February 1932 – 5 November 2019 + Sally created uncharted clear blue HEAVENS through her presence; CATHERINE L. JOHNSON;’

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SALLY FOY DIXON

25 February 1932 – 5 November 2019

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Sally’s

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Remembering Sally Dixon,

a Champion of Avant-Garde Film

https://walkerart.org/magazine/remembering-sally-dixon-a-champion-of-avant-garde-film-1932-2019

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Sally was with me at the Dakota Jazz Club on 8 August 2012.

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A meditation:

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“…The physical phenomenon of quantum entanglement 
is a wonderful illustration of the interconnected nature
of reality,
both spiritual and material. 
 In quantum physics,
it appears that one particle of any entangled pair “knows”
what is happening to another paired particle
— even though there is no known means
for such information to be communicated
between the particles,
which are separated by sometimes very large distances.

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Perhaps we could compare this to phenomena such as
bilocation,
mental telepathy,
providence,
or
synchronicity…

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…We must deliberately choose to be instruments of peace
— first of all in our minds and hearts.
This is conscious quantum entanglement. 
God is not “in” heaven nearly as much
as God is the force field that allows us
to create heaven
through our intentions and actions.”

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– Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditations

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Sally welcomed

ALL of life,

the ALL of ALL.

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Sally eclipsed the conventions,
the discrete constructs,
of a binary world
– she lived in the three gifts of GRACE:
Faith, Hope, and Love.
She lived in the animal angel tides and waters of
Body, Soul, and Spirit.
She lived in the Dawn between the Night to the Day
between what is seen and unseen.
She lived in the Earth, Heaven, and Sea
as a winged airborne being
– carried by the air of transcendence.
She lived the miraculous cycles of birth, of death,
and,
of the resurgent re-birth
of the
Phoenix.
She lived the poem heart of a mythical creature
that could SEE light, wonder and awe
even when in the darkness of the soul.

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Sally welcomed

ALL of life,

the ALL of ALL.

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I met Sally thirty-three years ago over a telephone wire:
my call to her about supporting live performances of music.
I fell in love with the song of her voice and the chiming joy of her laugh.
A series of my calls to her ensued,
and slowly,
a sensitive and responsive recognition occurred between us.
Our next exchange would be an interaction – live.
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Sally invited me to sit with her in front
of a wide bank of windows looking onto
the Mississippi River.
A four-hour flow of a conversation was the annunciation
of a blooming relationship
that could speak without words.
A conversation without words
would become a blessed providence
when her expression using words was cancelled.
A conversation without words meant attending
the potent language and spectrum of:
utterances;
silences;
flushes of color,
and
gestures with great and small body movements
– the instruments,
the exquisite skills,
and
the world of the artist.

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Sally welcomed

ALL of life,

the ALL of ALL.

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Sally’s presence was a warm candle-lit balm,
a baptism into blue cool waters,
a joyous yellow tulip hallelujah choir.
When in her presence, she engaged one fully,
completely enfolding one into her soul’s bouquet and chapel.
Sally was trust.
Her radiant countenance unlocked the citadels
of one’s truth
– lifting away and opening up scar tissues
to unveil
one’s nakedness and vulnerabilities
because of her honest,
pure and venerated gaze.
Sally was a shaman of life.
She commanded authenticity,
the requisite truth telling of intimacy,
and
elegant innocence.

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Sally welcomed

ALL of life,

the ALL of ALL.

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In a time of searing trauma of my life,
Sally tenderly and precisely extended
her shamanic arm down my throat
into my solar plexus and grasped
the cold fragile ember of my life force
with her nimble, knowing fingers
– curling it into the palm of her ballerina’s hand.

I let her in because she was she.

Gently, she beautifully glided her arm
back out of my mouth
with my life force securely held in her palm.
Sally breathed rhythmically
onto the cold ember,
until and, in time, sparks flew.
She knew my wounds could not deaden me
– the inviolable who of whom I am.
She could SEE me with an original eye.
Her soul and spirit was sacred and reverential.

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Sally welcomed

ALL of life,

the ALL of ALL.

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Sally was the promised kiss of springtime
– the joy of Easter,
new beginnings of creativity, wonder, and awe.

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My heart is shattered that circumstances denied my capacity
to caress her with my actual presence and touch
to bid farewell to her physical bearings.

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The night sky is now brilliant
with our unrepeatable Sally’s
rare,
fierce,
and
luminous radiance
because
Sally is Sally:
the past, the present and the future
pioneering
ONE shining exploring constellation
of 
grace love’s quiet kindness,
courageous improvisation
and
boundless innovation.

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Sally Foy Dixon

created uncharted clear blue

HEAVENS

through

her presence, intentions, and actions.

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Sally welcomed

ALL of life,

the ALL of ALL.

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SALLY’S GARDEN

 

The poor quality photograph
documents
one of the ninety-six
original color crayon drawings.
Each  drawing was held up by wood clothespins
clipped on a wire that encircled the gallery.
Each drawing honored a cherished relationship.

The 2004 exhibition was titled:

“The soul should always stand ajar,

ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”

Emily Dickinson

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A child’s JUMBO yellow crayon

created ecstatic springtime tulips

honoring my relationship

of/with Sally.

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