Photographs of Mollye are lifted from Facebook
I am stealing a song title from a Beatle’s tune this morning to say a few more words about the post I wrote here a couple of days ago, which I followed up with this one yesterday where I thanked everyone for their supportive comments. If you are someone who reads comments left by others as I sometimes do except over at Pioneer Woman’s place because one post can garner thousands of comments and who has time to read that many … anyway, if you happen to be reading the comments left on the post, Are You Judy’s Daughter, you will see a comment from someone named Mollye, that could do with a bit of an explanation.
My dear friend Mollye is one of the sweetest souls I know. We met about ten years ago when we were both working with folks who were either infected or affected by HIV. While I worked mostly with the physicians and medical providers who managed their care, I also had an opportunity to meet people like Mollye who worked at the time for one of the AIDS service organizations in Atlanta. After reading her comment on the revealing mother-daughter post I wrote, I decided it might be a bit confusing without a little backstory.
Mollye is quite accomplished in many ways, in addition to working as a gifted therapist, she is an amazing artist and photographer. She specializes in pet photography when she’s not helping people searching for their best selves and I only wish I had more of her art hanging on my walls.
I sent Mollye a message yesterday with a link telling her of the dream I had a few days ago that prompted me to write the mother-daughter post. What I did not say publicly in that post was that Mollye had been in my dream too, showing up right at the end just as I was waking up. I told Mollye that I was not sure whether it was because I had looked at her art just before I went to bed which deals directly with ghosts and is titled “Spirits of the Field,” or because she is an Alabama native which is the last place I saw my mother who has lived only two hours from my former home in Georgia for about the last twenty years. For whatever reason Mollye popped in at the last minute, it was comforting to wake up with a sense of her nurturing presence after the familiar rejection by my mother in the dream.
When I woke this morning and sat down to check my messages as I do while the coffee is brewing, I read the sweet comment she left me and felt so lucky to have friends in my life like Mollye. We all have histories and ghosts that haunt us, but who we become in spite of it all is a true measure of a life well lived.
I could make excuses for my mother’s behavior, but there is nothing so horrible in her history that would have made her into the bitter narcissistic person that she is. She is what she is by choice and although I understand that intellectually, that knowledge has provided little emotional comfort over the years.
There is one thing I am very sure of and that is while we may not be able to choose the path we on which we begin our journey, we can choose which direction we take once we gain our own footing. The love and kindness of friends like Mollye are some of the gifts of my journey and an example of the good you receive in life when you choose to walk in the light.
Please feel free to share your story of someone who might be a ” Mollye ” in your life in a comment below.
It’s wonderful to have friends like the sweet Mollye you describe. I am finding, as I age, that I am always redefining “family” and reconsidering who my family members really are. As my mother becomes riddled with dementia, for example, she cannot be my mother. She is now my child. But I am lucky enough to have many wonderful women friends, elder friends, who offer me the support I yearn for from a mother. Likewise, friends become sisters and brothers, which is so important to an only child like me…
I love the painting–
I grew up deep in cotton country and the painting’s message is so haunting. Where can I find a Mollye D to buy?
Mollye is one of my dearest friends. Some of her photographs will be on display at an opening this Friday august 26th 6 pm at the Madison Ga cultural arts center. I hope you can make it!
My friend C, who I wrote about in a blog on March 4, is my Mollye. She makes you wonder how someone so wise can possibly live in this world; and the shock of it all is that she reciprocates this view. I am blessed to have a friend like that, and I wish every one were so lucky. There would be a lot more happy, valued people in this world.
I just found a painting of Mollye’s. I fell in love with it and I have been looking up information.
I am a big fan of Mollye the artist. Years ago I bought 3 of her beautiful pieces. On the way home from work I passed a shop in Virginia Highlands and stopped when I saw her white Brahmin on a field, and bought that. Later at shows I purchased a fieldscape 1989 and Spirits of the Field. I cherish them.