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Karl Baba

Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
Topic Author's Original Post - Jun 30, 2009 - 09:55pm PT
On June 28th, 2009, the Family, co-workers, and a few friends of Brutus of Wyde gathered in Marin County to honor his life. A climber gathering is planned in the mountains for later in the Summer. Stay tuned...

I was the minister for the ceremony and a number of people spoke. What I'd like to do here is post a special thanks from Brutus's wife Em (Nurse Rachet), followed by the text for the memorial, and then the final remarkable pages of his climbing journal, concluded about 1993, which foreshadowed his views regarding the event of his passing. We encourage folks to post their long and short Brutus stories here so we can collect his Wylde-Life stories for posterity.

Much Love and Respect for all who read this

Karlee Baba

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Message from Em

Namaste and infinite thanks to all of you
who've shared memories & photos online or in person
You've given comfort beyond words.
You've shown Bruce's family & co-workers
the deep richness of experience, beauty &
connection in the climbing community.

namaste beautiful warrior


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We gather today to honor and celebrate the spirit of Bruce Bindner aka “Brutus of Wyde” and to “Be there” for each other in the task of moving forward without his physical presence. I invite you to be yourself. Trust that it’s OK to Cry, Laugh or remain silent. Some of us have chosen not to speak at this time but are holding space of the Heart with us here.

Brutus was an extraordinary man with Extraordinary friends and You are among his friends. I honor you as Bruce would have honored you.

Brutus knew me as “Karlee” or “Baba.” I’m one of his friends from the climbing world. I’m deeply honored that Em asked me here for this memorial.

I’m going to speak for a few minutes followed by a personal silence where we can hold space for each other and commune with Bruce. Then, we have a video to remember his many faces. A few people have been chosen to speak and then anyone moved to speak may share. Volumes could be written about his exploits, so if time runs short, we can continue regaling each other with Brucisms at the Picnic which follows at Muir Beach after the service. I really encourage people to write down notable tales of Bruce and email them to Em so we can make a collection that will hardly need exaggeration.

Bruce engaged in a lot of pastimes that many of us think of as dangerous…Rockclimbing, backcountry skiing, and mountaineering. When his city friends asked about the hazards of his activities, Bruce would usually say the most dangerous thing he did was drive to and from the mountains.

And that’s how Bruce left us. He drove off a steep section of road on his way to meet a friend to climb Castle Rock Spire. There were no witnesses and no one else was hurt. Bruce died of a spinal cord injury and thankfully, there is no evidence that he suffered.

I don’t want to dwell on the way Brutus died. It can’t be reversed or second guessed. How he lived was much more important. I’m afraid that many of us feel cheated by losing Bruce. It’s easy to feel that it’s unfair that such a great friend has been taken from us. I believe Brutus would have none of that. He took responsibility for what he did and, with a big heart like the open sky, would not wish anyone to suffer bitterness over his sudden passing. In fact, miraculously, Bruce has left us a guide for his passing, but I’m saving that for last.

Brutus was an inspiration to me and I want to be as faithful in honoring him.
Bruce was a unique mix of reverence and irreverence. He could spend a precious day off cleaning up trash in the beautiful mountains he held sacred. Somebody said that he was the kind of guy who would give you the shirt off his back and then offer you his trousers. That was no exaggeration. Another remarked that we are left with the question “What would Brutus do?”
And yet, he would not be found observing traditional religious rites nor repeating any dogma. He embodied his ideals rather than preaching them. He “was” the change that he might have advocated. And he loved a good joke or a bit of wildness. His good humor might embarrass now and then, but was not cruel nor at anyone’s expense. I performed Brutus and Em’s wedding in a alpine mountain meadow. Instead of exchanging rings at his wedding, he and Em exchanged items of climbing gear called “Nut tools.”

I’m afraid I owe him an apology for not pulling off anything irreverent and funny at his memorial. My feeling is that he would have wanted that, but in the end would have cared too much about people’s raw feelings. I thought about showing up in one of those paper birthday hats as if I were confused about the occasion I was invited for, but I just can’t bring myself. For those of you who know that irreverent side of Bruce, just imagine that we planted a whoopee cushion under your chair. You just need to understand that Brutus would hope that you to return to laughter as soon as you’re ready.

You almost had to underestimate Bruce at first since he was so humble and it was unreasonable to expect anyone to have so many talents.
I would have only been a little surprised if He had started flapping his arms and actually start lifting off the floor, then smile at me and say "what's the matter, never seen anybody fly before? I'm not really very good at it"

He was a bit like the bonsai trees that grace this hall, with a strong and resilient character compressed and distilled in an inimitable form.

I have to think he wouldn’t want us squirming in our chairs waiting for any formal rituals and prayers. Let’s make a point to remember Bruce in a private moment outside in beauty. Sometime when one of nature’s special gifts touches our soul. That way our grief may be uplifted with the quality of wonder and love that dispels the darkness, and embraces the glory of life. Brutus was a master of seizing the day.
Bruce was always honoring "the gifts" that the poetry of life serendipitously brings us. Even on my way to this memorial from Yosemite, somebody in the next lane suddenly paid my bridge toll for me. That’s something Brutus would do and I saw it as “My gift for the day”

Brutus left us many, many gifts and they didn’t end when he moved onwards. It turns out over 16 ago Bruce wrote and sketched in a climbing journal. It ends with a beautiful drawing of Castle Rock Spire, which was where he was driving that fateful day. On those very last pages of his journal he transcribed two poems that he certainly meant to be the heart of his memorial. He knew he would leave us someday and left guidance for his passing.
I read them here in the order he wrote them.

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

That was by Mary Frye

And this one

Remember, by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning… stay.
Remember me, when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then, or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

“So.. How to be faithful to his Spirit at this memorial?” is a question I’ve had to ask myself. “What would Brutus do?” If he were physically present I’m sure he would be bending over backwards to make food for the picnic, to help set-up, and to be a friend. He would honor our love and respect for him but not wish us to suffer in grief and pain. Can we wish him well on his new greatest journey of all, honor his incredible example and love, all while missing him? All while confused about why he left our world so soon?
The passing of Bruce Bindner passes the torch to all of us to find pleasure and fulfillment in serving our friends and community while living large and from the heart. The leader of the band has moved on and it’s our show now. The training wheels have been taken off. I wish Bruce all the wonder that his new journey offers and I wish you all big giant lives, full to the brim with the gifts that life offers.

One of Bruce’s favorite phrases was “Blessed are those who live out their dreams.’ May it be so.

We have prayer flags to share with you. Tibetans hang them to bring the sacred to their world and let the winds carry their prayers into the heavens.

Lets take a few moments, starting and ending with the bell, to remember Brutus. Feel what it was like to be with him and let’s commune with that memory.

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Brutus of Wyde was a true inspiration as a climber and as a human. As a tribute to him I suggest we all make a point of figuring out some ingenius way to really stoke someone out, or teach them something cool, and go out and do it. Hike some cold beverages out to the top of El Cap, Fix a great meal for some bros at camp, or clean up a mess that's not yours.

WIth Respect and Love

Karlee Baba
donini

Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
Jun 30, 2009 - 10:01pm PT
Karl,
Simply... a wonderful tribute. I never met him, I wish I had, he was well loved.
steelmnkey

climber
Vision man...ya gotta have vision...
Jun 30, 2009 - 10:11pm PT
Thanks for posting that Karl.
F10

Trad climber
e350
Jun 30, 2009 - 10:20pm PT
Wow, speechless
Studly

Trad climber
WA
Jun 30, 2009 - 10:27pm PT
Very powerful and moving. Brutus of Wyde is off on another journey.
Doug Robinson

Trad climber
Santa Cruz
Jun 30, 2009 - 11:04pm PT
Thank you Karl.

I didn't know Bruce.
DMT's writing opened my eyes.
Your tribute here is full of feeling, dimension
and unexpected turns,
as opening as a free passage over the bridge.


His list of climbs was pretty astonishing.
One in particular, Planaria on Temple Crag,
I have lived beneath in fear and respect,
after my friends Gordon and Jay came home wide-eyed from the FA,
telling the tale of launching 30' out of the crux.
We left it alone, the locals,
even us wide-loving locals.
You walked right up and climbed it.
So masterfully I didn't even know
until after you were gone.

Your journals say it clearly,
cracking open the person behind the climber
By the lines you drew
and the words you set down with them.

Sail on Brutus,
We'll live larger in your wake.

Captain...or Skully

Social climber
way, WAY out there....(OMG)
Jun 30, 2009 - 11:22pm PT
Aye, well said(typed)....Words are weak & insufficient in the presence of grace, but you folks are much more eloquent than I. Fare ye well, Bruce.
noshoesnoshirt

climber
I don't even know any more
Jun 30, 2009 - 11:33pm PT
Wow, thanks Karl
bluering

Trad climber
Santa Clara, Ca.
Jun 30, 2009 - 11:35pm PT
Pretty cool, Karl. Your a good dude!
nature

climber
Tucson, AZ
Jun 30, 2009 - 11:39pm PT
wow... thank you.
Mungeclimber

Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
Jun 30, 2009 - 11:46pm PT
Karl,

I'm glad you were able to post those. I had not seen much of Bruce's artwork, other than topos.

You'll note the text in the topo...


"Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence...
someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never."
-Franz Kafka, Parables


Insightful - that the absence of a thing draws us nearer a thing.

Lets go climbing!
couchmaster

climber
Jul 1, 2009 - 12:34am PT
Karl, for all of us left behind your true words are as fine of a gift as ever received. I hope that those who knew and loved Bruce can find comfort in them.

Thank you so much.
bobinc

Trad climber
Portland, Or
Jul 1, 2009 - 01:01am PT
Karl-- I figured you might be the one to run the show at this event. I am sorry I did not ever meet Bruce (even more sorry now) but glad that you lent your special talent and your love to the gathering. Thank you for sharing those pages from his journal, too.

Bob Davis
Ed Hartouni

Trad climber
Livermore, CA
Jul 1, 2009 - 01:14am PT
thanks Karl, other events in life intervened to prevent me from attending

Bruce was deep, and I wished I had had time to know more of him. It was a gift to have met him and to have known him at all. And this is all too somber for him... I suspect.

Mungeclimber

Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
Jul 1, 2009 - 01:47am PT
f*#king stellar formation there Chief!
T2

climber
Cardiff by the sea
Jul 1, 2009 - 01:49am PT
That was excellent Karl.



apogee

climber
Jul 1, 2009 - 01:58am PT
Truly wonderful, Karl. Thank you.
Greg Barnes

climber
Jul 1, 2009 - 01:59am PT
Thanks so much for posting this Karl!
Mungeclimber

Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
Jul 1, 2009 - 02:09am PT
Brutus giving advice...

"do not, I repeat, DO NOT listen to Rokjox regarding the Absinthe.

The last chemical you want in your system when breaking up, or just after breaking up with someone, is absinthe.


As everyone knows, "Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder."

Hope this helps.

Brutus"


LOL!!!!!
L

climber
Just takin' the long way home...
Jul 1, 2009 - 02:19am PT
Thank you, Karl, for sharing this wonderful post with us.

I'm just another one of the many who didn't know Brutus of Wyde in the flesh...but simply through the heart.


Namaste, Em.

Namaste, Karl.



Laura
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