#HelloAndGoodbye

[gurugoddesshippie]

Rise and Shine! Running early errands before heading to work. What are y’all up too?

[mychailaarose]

Why make the bed when you can bunch all the blankets from a rough night’s rest at the head of your bed! Also shameless selfie, killing time before I have to head to the train station... I’ll play a match of smite. #selfie #messybed #deal #headingout #helloandgoodbye #killingtime #musictakemeaway #timeforsmite https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fqWEtAMXY/?igshid=1rsqwu3tkmnop

[planetpaulnews]

Paul du Toit sculptures at Investec Cape Town Art Fair

An exhibition of sculptures by Paul du Toit (1965-2014) presented by Heidi Erdmann’s LEGACY will be shown at the 2022 Investec Cape Town Art Fair.

Sourced from private owners and loans from the Lorette du Toit Collection, the exhibition brings together rarely seen works from the late 1990s to 2002.

It includes the original pieces of Zanzibar (2002), Du Toit’s acclaimed sculptural series.

Black River Studio has produced a silkscreen of the painting Hello and Goodbye (2001), edition of 12, to be launched at the fair (image below).

The fair runs from 18-20 February at the Cape Town International Conference Centre on the Foreshore.

Please visit us at booth P2, in the PAST/MODERN section.

[raketenfeinstaub]

Growth . . . #blackandwhite #bnw #inkonpaper #blackandwhiteillustration #blackandwhitedrawing #sketch #dailyart #womenwhodraw #mareikeknevels #hello #helloandgoodbye #growth #wachstum #plants #handplant #pflanzenliebe #pflanze #art #arts #dibujo #manos #planta #hola #adios #yeahyeahyeah #drawing #minimalart #graphics

[the-sad-tomato]

[milatherese]

2019 may have been my VEST year ever. Last year, I found a friend in me. This year, may you find a friend in you, too. Merry 2020, y’all. 📸: @immamusicjammer #badpuns #VESTyearever #BaDmTss #2020vision #helloandgoodbye https://www.instagram.com/p/B6zpmeZFLLI/?igshid=ev8dchmgapmt

[littlejuu]

昨天進了好久不見的辦公室，戰友說「你哪來那麼多的Murmur啊，限時動態一堆欸」殊不知我在阿美利堅沒朋友阿又那麼愛講話，只能一直對手機自言自語啊。現在有很多人類可以對話，我不用耍自閉了，呀斯。#memyselfandi #murmur #helloandgoodbye https://www.instagram.com/p/BtU_UOQFoR7MNJRmc8olLYGUNT62soRgCs1ptg0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pgtowa4s2tcv

[believeberealbebold]

How Your Enneagram, Attachment Styles, and Consciousness Impact Relationships with Leanna, type 7, and Jared, type 2

How Your Enneagram, Attachment Styles, and Consciousness Impact Relationships with Leanna, type 7, and Jared, type 2

Joining me this week on the podcast are Leanna and Jared from the Hello and Goodbye Podcast. We share the passion for what the Enneagram, attachment theory, and consciousness can bring to relationships. Today’s episode is one of my favorites so far because I get the chance to speak with two REAL people sharing their lives on their podcast. The Hello and Goodbye podcast began because Leanna’s…

[tomorrowedblog]

Hello & Goodbye premieres today

Hello & Goodbye, the new movie from Marc Hampson, is out today.

With wounds still open from the recent end of their 5 year relationship, Drew and Beth decide to meet up for a quiet dinner at Drew’s apartment to help solidify their newly found station as “just friends”. Through a haze of wine, cigarettes, and uninhibited honesty, Hello & Goodbye follows the ex-lovers as they confront years of issues in one night. Reaching a level of intimacy they never could in their relationship, both sexually and emotionally, and smearing the line between the two. They examine themselves, each other, and where it all went wrong when there are no good guys or no bad. What is love? And is it enough to get them through the night?

[ecokhaan]

Self-Portrait p/2 Mein Licht | Mein Schatten | Mein ich Licht ist das was uns zum wachsen bring. Nennen wir das Licht "die Idee", "die Inspiration", "das Ziel". Schatten ist das was wir oft selber erzeugen. Nennen wir es "die Angst", "die Stimmen", "das Hindernis". Mein ich ist das was ich "den Weg" nenne. Es liegt in unserer Hand das Hindernis zu entfernen, welches ein Schatten auf uns wirft und ins Licht zu treten, welches uns zum wachsen bringt. Keiner! Keiner wird uns diese Aufgabe abnehmen! Solange wir unseren eigenen Weg gehen, egal wieviele stimmen fluestern dass es falsch sei, wird niemals ein Schatten unsere Lichtquelle nehmen. Angst ist nichts anderes als ein wahren Gefühl von Leben. Es zeigt uns was uns wichtig ist. Packt es euch und macht es zu eurer Stärke! #self #portrait #mood #blackandwhite #my #life #helloandgoodbye (hier: Cologne, Germany)

[lightofthemagdalene]

So, Onna is Dead

(a record)

I got the ping from Amara while I was driving 3 days ago. I haven't written until now because it was very painful and stressful and I needed to process it, though I regret a little that I may have lost some of the details of her passing.

I've never been ping'd before. I didn't know I could be, but I recognized her when she called. How could I not? We shared a mind for 28 years. I went to the door she and Addison use to enter our headspace from their world in a panic, and was about to essentially try throwing myself into the ether without guide (because why would Amara need me?) when Orias showed up (she really can get anywhere, I didn't know she could be in my headspace) and grabbed my arm and said no I must never do that (especially not while driving) and to just close my inner eyes and follow her voice. I went into a kind of trance, my body drove me the rest of the way home without issue (though I will never choose to do that again) and slid into another headspace. I recognized it because it's not much different from her room in our old house. Very Amara. I could hear and feel her really clearly from there (an over-the-top fancy victorian gothic room in a cave/mound in a field of dark green tall grass under a purple sky oddly, I was expecting her house though she reminds me now that her house is more of a real place than a headspace would be).

Amara was panicking and sent me an image of where she was (at her house with Onna who was very ill) and said "It's time. I don't know what to do. Can you help me?"

Knowing her I understood.

"It's okay. It's okay that it's now. She doesn't look like she has much time left and it's okay, you've been here before. Say goodbye and let her go, hun, she's in pain."

"I know, I know, but..."

"We can't save her."

"That's not what I want! You know that! I want..."

"Don't tell me, tell her."

She took me with her as she focused back on her body. Onna was... Gods, she was awful. Her body withered and sunken and stinking of rot and pain, wrapped in parts of what was probably a beautiful dress. She always did dress well. Her legs and fingers were essentially only bone now, and her arms barely functioned. She was laying across Amara's lap on the floor in the sitting room. Amara had barely made it past the entryway with her body before she'd run out of energy and Onna had begun to run out of time. She'd wanted her to die in her bed, but this was as close as they'd gotten. Her eyes were still clear.

Onna's dark, glittering eyes still saw me, though.

"Hello there, kitten-sweet, did you come to say a helloandgoodbye?"

Her voice sounded like paper as she rasped out the old, old joke she knew I'd remember. I nodded, just then realizing that that was why I was really here. I moved my arm to hug at my waist, moving Amara's arm to do the same along with me. She leaned into the pressure, the best I could do at physical support through this odd separation we endure. When I nodded so did Amara, and Onna smiled.

"Thank you for taking her, I know she can be trouble." Her lips cracked and bled as she forced the weakening movements of her facial muscles into submission. Fighting everything including her own body until the last, as we'd expected.

"That's okay. She was good."

"Apologies for not making myself up for you, dear, you'll have to forgive me."

"That's okay, On."

"It was good to meet you, little traveler."

"It was good to see your light, sister."

"May yours remain lit, sister," she nodded.

I pulled back, my heart hurting too much to talk anymore.

Onna's breathing hitched and slowed and Amara's panic took over once again.

"Tell her," I reminded her softly.

“There is a world,” she choked, knowing it to be untrue but needing to pretend-- as we often did-- that it wasn't, “where we were never broken. Where your mother loved me and we grew together as equals. Where you never lied and we figured it all out. Where we found Jack and loved him as one. Where we loved each other in a way that didn’t burn the world down.” Her throat closed, and she fought the rush of panic that overtook her as Onna’s breathing shallowed and faltered.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t this world. I’m sorry I couldn’t fix it for you.”

Onna tried to speak, but the words didn't form. Only her low-ringing harmony sounded, but it was enough.

I forgive, I forgive, I mourn, I forgive.

The room stilled. Something exited.

“Goodbye, On.”

There was a massive amount of disorientation as Amara's panic set in. Odd that a few years in therapy alongside a human prison taught her some skills, but useful. We calmed down together without damaging her or the house. She screamed for a long time into the emptiness about their house.

While she keened I tended to the body, my movements a strange kind of spiritual muscle movement as I laid her out flat and pulled that green energy from somewhere and bid it cover the torn fabric and twisted flesh with a glamor (which: since when do I know how to do that?). Onna's cheeks filled out and I managed to twist her skirt enough to cover the worse of the disfigurements. I closed her eyes and settled her back into Amara's arms, reminding her of what would need to come next.

As she carried her back to the entry hall she looked mournfully back at the mosaic portraits of the two of them which domineered the back wall, framing the doors to the main hall with their regal, placid expressions of ownership. Onna looked as she was meant to look, a terrifying beauty that hurt if you looked at it for too long. I'd thought she only glowed in Amara's happier memories, but from what I've seen now she glowed even in images of her. Even in death. An inescapable point of light that genuinely burned once you became too aware of it.

"That'll have to come down now," Amara said out loud though it was directed to me.

"Only if you want it to."

She stood and stared for a long time.

"I want it to."

"Then it will have to come down."

"Later."

"Later, indeed."

She shouldered the front doors open and pushed through, squinting at the harsh light of the sun in her world. I didn't even take the time to experience being in another world, all I could do was hold onto Amara and feel the pain of the weight of Onna in our arms as she collapsed on the path at the front of the house.

Onna was horrible. A horrible, awful, terrifying menace to everything I love and value in any universe. She was hate and greed and pain and control and abuse in every possible horrific aspect of each word.

She was Amara's first love. Her whole entire world for most of her existence. She was-- at one point-- the best of what we can be. I have the memories of Amara's of every single little moment of goodness that she left in the world, and also the ones that should have warned Amara that she was slipping... But the fall came quietly, and Amara's vision cleared too late and there is nothing to do to change that.

She was a Sister of the Magdalene. Their sister. Their god. Their matriarch across millennia.

That is why they all came to say goodbye.

Tessa arrived first, Anya close behind her with her hand clasped tightly as they shoved through the remains of the cheering, victorious armies that had fought their fight home. Tessa called for silence and shamed them, for a death is nothing to celebrate to a Magdalene. Selena came next, riding the wind and already crying streaks of heavy tears before she pulled Tessa down to hold onto both Amara and the body that remained. She began the Keening, and Amara followed next. Maia arrived at a steady walk along with Kira, and both sank to their knees with the rest of the group to cradle the corpse. Jack came with Viv soon, and the group parted to allow him to settle at Amara's back and support her as she held the weight of the passing.

When Orias arrived Amara's Keens changed pitch. The true end was coming.

Even Orias-- who hated Onna more fiercely than any being in memory-- wept as she pulled Onna's soul from where it remained inside her sunken, hollow chest. The parts were separated in the family's tradition, and Onna's pains were offered to Amara.

"Do you want to remember these for her, Mother?"

Amara shook her head, which surprised me. I'd expected her to want the suffering, but she didn't. I'd never watched this far into my predictions of how this day would go, wanting this to remain private for her if she wanted it. Orias too considered eating the sins for which she'd suffered her entire life, but chose to let them go instead. She released the little ball of darkness from the tips of her gauntlet-talons and it faded into the air as if it never was, to be forgotten by time itself as the world healed. Onna's body broke down, crumbling into flakes of paper-like petals that drifted away on the breeze, over the house's wall and off toward the garden. Off home.

That's where I left them. Amara followed later, needing somewhere away from the family where she wouldn't just get high or drunk or hurt herself in her anger. I'm so proud of her for knowing not to just lock herself in her house alone with a pile of opioids and rot.

She'll be okay. They'll all be okay.

Sometimes it's time to say goodbye.

The memory of two little girls laying on the sand looking at the stars and planning their lives still lives in me. It still lives in Amara. It's what we have left of who Onna could have been. It's not enough. Gods' truth, it's not enough... but it's what we have, and that's okay.

Sometimes only the small things remain.

[ajourneywithmeblog]

Let me make it easier than saying goodbye: let me tell you Hello in advance for the next time I get to see you. #helloandgoodbye #sunset #farewell #adieu #aurevoir #reuniontower #dallas #texas (at Reunion Tower) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0pCECNlSJ9/?igshid=1q049ar3ebq5i

[mrvg001]

#tbt #helloandgoodbye https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn9iKKohP8GLZxE3VpngGiYkF6Whs9pLS86gEg0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dpkie8irvcwc

[raketenfeinstaub]

Handpflanze. #dailydrawing #blackandwhiteillustration #dailyillustration #handson #handsplants #workworkwork #workwork #meandmybrother #jungleplants #homeplants #nolongtalking #hallo #helloandgoodbye #nonsense #doesntwork

[dorakorz]

Well hello and goodbye my winter squash. You'll end up in the veggie stew tonight and from now on I'll be cooking the summer squashes only. #wintersquash #veggiestew #helloandgoodbye #beadedbracelet #makersmay

[adamshayley]

Совершенно не новогодняя фотография, ноооо Я хочу сказать спасибо 2017-тому году за пинки под зад, за очень важные и сложные уроки и за разочарования в людях и всех возможностях, которые послали меня на хуй в этом году. За новые цели и идеалы. Спасибо за настоящих близких людей, которым я могу доверять на 2000%. За наш non-judging breakfast club. И это звучит как тост, который мы произнесем сегодня в 00:00 Спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо спасибо #2017 #2018 #helloandgoodbye #happynewyear #merrychristmas #happy2018 #thankyou #vsco #vscoco #vscocam #vscorussia #vscoeurope #bestoftheday #pictureoftheday #picoftheday #amazing #blairwaldorf