Hampton Roads Writers
More to come about Meredith when she sends the information.
OPEN Tribute to Barbara (Bobbie) Dunn Hartin
I want to write what I should have said last night at our first ever HRW Open Mic meeting. My spirit kept pulling at me to just get up and interrupt for this thought, but my body was reticent and just sat in the chair. It is hard for me to forgive myself. So I speak to all of you now on my "Open Com" --
First - congratulations to every single one of you who read your pieces to us. I, personally, was awestruck by the passion, confidence, and talent shared by all of the readers. The written word is powerful and vital to a thriving community!
Next, and the reason why I wanted to come to the mic, is to remember and honor Barbara Dunn Hartin; Bobbie, to us, her friends. We all know Bobbie would have been with us last night, if she could. In fact, she would have been one of our staunchest supporters and and hearty encouragers, and she'd wear a hat. She most definitely would have read from one of her many, many stories, poems, and/or memoirs. Our Bobbie is incredibly gifted, and has entertained and touched us with her poignant, lovely, often witty observations about people, children, cats, the world and beyond. Wise and whimsical, Bobbie Hartin owns the profound gift of seeing life, even its difficulties, as a fairytale, or a clever comedy.
"God is clever," she wrote,
"Do you think
You would have
Thought of so many
Ways to delight,
Aggrieve and confuse
The human race?"
Heaven is going to be so much fun, so joyous and warmed when Bobbie joins the heavenly beings. I am sure the angels are preparing a grand tea party for her now, and all will be waiting, in their frills and flowered hats, for her to arrive with her stories. It would be well for each one of us now, to reserve a seat in the first row! In the meantime, friends, please take a moment to think of our Bobbie, send her love from your hearts, say a prayer on her behalf, and feel yourselves being hugged by her, for no one hugs better than Bobbie Hartin.
"I win the key,
Open the door
At journey's end,
Throw wide the gate,
Dance through, and claim my
(from Thresholds, B. Hartin 10/05)
"I loved the world," Bobbie wrote, "and I thought the world loved me back." How we do love you Bobbie, and always will.
Meredith Bunting and all your friends in writing, HRW