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(I mistakenly published this in the ‘About’ section the first time - still learning)
I have never met or spoken with Crispin ….
I only know him thru his website & the mfalist …..
I found myself returning often to his site to see what he was doing …..
today, since I discovered his passing, I have been quietly mourning … as if I knew him well and was touched often by what many have described as his grand spirit …..
one of my favorite descriptions of a being, by Mavis McIntosh Riordan in speaking about the great Gurdjieff, has me thinking comes very close to decribing the Crispin you all love ….. not knowing him I will leave it here for those who know to ponder and bask in the beauty it infers:
GURDJIEFF
He was a man whose virtue was not tame
But grew luxuriently wild like ferns,
And bold as dandelions. All the neat
And mended moral fences in the world
Could not restrain the reaches of his love,
Nor curb the reckless flowering of his mind.
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I wish I had actually sent Crispin the email I often thought of sending.
December 8, 2006 at 6:55 am
(I mistakenly published this in the ‘About’ section the first time - still learning)
I have never met or spoken with Crispin ….
I only know him thru his website & the mfalist …..
I found myself returning often to his site to see what he was doing …..
today, since I discovered his passing, I have been quietly mourning … as if I knew him well and was touched often by what many have described as his grand spirit …..
one of my favorite descriptions of a being, by Mavis McIntosh Riordan in speaking about the great Gurdjieff, has me thinking comes very close to decribing the Crispin you all love ….. not knowing him I will leave it here for those who know to ponder and bask in the beauty it infers:
GURDJIEFF
He was a man whose virtue was not tame
But grew luxuriently wild like ferns,
And bold as dandelions. All the neat
And mended moral fences in the world
Could not restrain the reaches of his love,
Nor curb the reckless flowering of his mind.
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I wish I had actually sent Crispin the email I often thought of sending.
Jill V.