Sunday, August 30, 2015

A Rose for Oliver

I went out this morning, coffee in hand, to the patio and found that the yellow rose, in bud for weeks, finally bloomed.  And right after that heard that Oliver Sacks died this morning.

A world famous figure, neurologist, writer, all around brilliant man, but also a perennial learner who wasn't above corresponding with the likes of me on a subject he touched on in his book Musicophilia.  When the paperback edition came out, he asked if he could quote me in there, did so, acknowledged me along with much more famous people, and sent me a copy.

What a privilege to be able to touch even briefly on such a life.  I owe him personally, because he took up arms against the notion that people with synaesthesia are in some way lacking, when in fact they are among the super blessed.  Some of my own observations of that phenomenon are what we discussed, and he was among the very few people who did not dismiss them out of hand.

So this rose





and the drawing I made from it today, are for you, Oliver and the work you did, right up to the moment you left us.

6 comments:

Quinn said...

A lovely tribute to an impressive person.

gumnut said...

How wonderful that you had a connection with him. The rose is fitting...

Liane said...

I thought of you today when I saw that he had died. Wonderful person in so many ways. I like that you are linked in my mind.

Boud said...

I do too! Wonderful to see you in here.

spinlily said...

Thank you for this celebration of a most interesting individual, who died with amazing grace!

Asha Francis said...

Very wonderful drawing and a great tribute!