So many of us love and think about you every day. Happy 39th birthday Solomon! You brought so much fun and wisdom and joy into the world and our lives. It is astounding how much you lived in 34 years. You are missed, but live on in each of us.
Yesterday we celebrated your life with a windy visit to the new bench that sits next to a tiny bird lake in Marin. It has a view of Mount Tam and the East Bay in the far distance. Sun sets in the hills and is reflected here in front of the bench. The water is mostly used by cormorants and pelicans now, with a tribe of Canadian Geese claiming the North-East side. The swans are in the next lake.
The idea of the bench with a plaque came during my luncheon visits with my close friend Girija Brilliant. Girija’s son, Jon died a year before Solomon ~ and magical connections have occurred bringing the two (who never knew each other) together.
Jon Brilliant and Solomon Kahn.
Our favorite was this photo of two inscriptions on a beam at the large temple in Burningman several years ago. A friend of Jon’s took the picture and by chance there was an inscription to Solomon by an unrelated person inches above Jon’s name. Understand— there are over 1,000 messages written in this place every year, then offered to the fire. So we decided to create a bench in honor of our two sons. Las Gallinas Water District land provided the place, and last week the plaque was finished. Here’s to Jon and Solomon!
On this day of CELEBRATION of SOLOMON’S LIFE I am grateful for the friendships of those who joined us, and those like Nicole, Ryan and Samantha Rose, Ean Golden, The Lewis, Cherners, Lama Palden and many of Solomon’s close friends who we not there, but may visit the bench another time. Turn left after the railroad tracks at the end of Smith Ranch Road. Park in the small lot at the end, cross the bridge and walk until you see the BENCH at the second fork in the road!
In honor of Solomon’s birthday, please read this stunningly beautiful tribute from his dear friend Leila:
There are no words to describe how much I miss Solomon in my life. For days now, leading up to his birthday I have been thinking of him, remembering his smile and steady spirit, his ability to make us all feel at home with ourselves because he appeared to feel at home with himself. I remember the time we shared and I am forever honored, humbled and grateful to have had his friendship. And though his spirit still informs my life, and so in some ways he is still present for me, it doesn’t solve the problem of me missing his voice at the other end of the phone, or yearning to see his smile one more time, or feeling a sense of comfort to have a friend nearby who when in his company things just always felt okay.
Thinking of you all today, on this special day. How blessed we are to be alive. To know each other. And to dance this dance of life, where past informs present and present is all that is true. My work is to get out of my head and into a more heart centered and trusting way of living, where all things do not need reason or explanation… its all play in the field of love.
I love you. Am grateful for each of you.
In memory of Solomon. May his soul be free and may his light shine bright! And may we dance this dance saying YES to all things that return us to love. L.
WE LOVE YOU SOLOMON!!
Sierra Tunafish said:
Love, with more on top
starsl a twinklin
shining
and shining
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HeartDancer said:
Alhamdulillah Solomon, and all Love, Light, Strength and Courage to you Tamam and to Shabda ❤ ❤ ❤ May you feel held in his LoveLight, and hear his delicious laughter as you remember and as you love. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Zubin said:
Divine wisdom pours through
These words filling my heart.
Love lover and beloved
all wrapped up in the gift of you
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wendy taylor carlisle said:
So new it’s still steaming–
For you and Solomon and Phil and all our irretrievable losses–
Wendy Taylor Carlisle, July 12, 2016
Writing the Eulogy
The dead wait for me to write them out
Standing around, lounging
like city kids, waiting for a pick-up game
or a cop to open the hydrant—
the man whose last words were “It’s OK.”
the drunk with geographic tongue
the friend shivering in his florescent veins.
They all look as strange to me as my lover’s face
in the midst of a quarrel. I don’t remember
the facts of their lives. The departed
wait for me to tell something I know. What
I know is my cell, the prison window
I stare out of, tongue-tied, illiterate of curses,
I know most how death feels to the deserted.
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Tea-mahm said:
Amazing poem, Wendy. Leaves me breathless…write them out…Mmmmmmmmm!
love to you and sisterhood in our losses
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quanyinlyn said:
My heart breaks and then rejoices reading your mother’s words. And I’m touched about the connection with Jon. I went to medical school 50 years ago with Larry.
You must miss him so much while also knowing he’s right here.
LoveQuan Yin
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Tea-mahm said:
First Wendy Carlisle, now Larry Brilliant?? Your school friends in my life are amazing. Love it! Thank you for the good words.
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quanyinlyn said:
Just saw this—sending you love. We’ll miss you at camp.)
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Star Jameson said:
How the years fly, now like moments instead of long passages. My son, George, now gone 45 years, but his transition dates (birth, death) always find me empty, that kind of emptiness that begs the vitality of life to flow in, flow on. And I allow the mystery, the unknown whys and wherefores, to be. They are near at these times.
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Tea-mahm said:
Yes, Star, it never gets easier– those transition dates are the hardest. I do feel Solomon’s presence from time to time and that warms my heart so much!
love to you.
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HeartDancer said:
❤ ❤ ❤ ⭐⭐⭐💛💛💛
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Tea-mahm said:
Love back to you, dear Sister, dancer of the heart!!
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