With profound sadness, we announce the passing of Occhi Magazine Founder and our loving colleague Tiffany Edenfield ( Tiffany Unscripted). Tiffany passed away yesterday, after a long illness, and leaves behind a loving family and friends who remain very honored to have known her.
A private person, and a strong believer in God, she was a very creative individual, innovative in her approach and highly proficient in creating new art and media platforms. Occhi Magazine and ‘Your Film Review’ were just two of the several start-up projects she expertly stewarded through their infancy. She was one of the most humble of beings, sincere in her interest in all things creative, particularly fashion. An interdisciplinary artist in her own right, Tiffany was the epitome of encouragement, wisdom, and comfort. Professional and always supportive in her collaboration with artists, she had an abundantly joyful sense of humour, a positive attitude and a zest for life. Her beautiful and inspiring spirit has been the pumping heart of all we continue to achieve with Occhi Magazine. She was a friend, ultimate fashionista and now Heaven’s best! She will be missed but her legacy continues!
We love you T!
When Great Trees Fall
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down in tall grasses,
and even elephants lumber after safety.
When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence,
their senses eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines,
gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken.
Great souls die and our reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.
Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance,fall away.
We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold caves.
And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of
soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.
Maya Angelou
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