Glad to hear you are feeling more optimistic. I have been feeling better after surrendering. To what I am not sure but I can’t live or help others in the persistent sad state. Thank you for the music. I have found lots of comfort in one of your earlier ones, by Patrick Lenk, which I purchased and listen to often, even playing in my head as I drift off to sleep.
Would feeling lost be like life in the big city? Like if I go to buy a pack of smokes, and suspect I might get into an argument with the guy behind the counter, who gave me a lighter the last time I showed up, for wanting matches? Or like you've said, I think, from missing people, and the old crowd, who used to hang out at a place called 'the lane' in my old park? A counselor at a Catholic summer camp I was at once told me to 'get lost' with a sincere intent after I made fun of his name, once too many times, back during Vietnam, and he could just have easily have passed for Jesus for the concern he showed for us campers. Or what if lost means something that follows from the certainty hinted at in the movie Final Destination 2, where a guy in a morgue says something cryptic you're supposed to know or admit to, but you don't want to, just yet, for meanwhile just wanting to get free from under the impression of impending fate, like Simon Zealot and the gang in Jesus Christ Superstar? Anyway, check out Kimberly and Claire in Final Destination 2-- https://archive.org/details/310toyuma_202307
Four large turkeys farther down our driveway, all with their wings so stretched they look like condors. We are all at some time or another turkeys for love.
Humans disappoint but creation is forever. Paradoxically it is the wonder of the grand design that especially this time of year humans join the birds and bees in the ode to creation.
Glad to hear you are feeling more optimistic. I have been feeling better after surrendering. To what I am not sure but I can’t live or help others in the persistent sad state. Thank you for the music. I have found lots of comfort in one of your earlier ones, by Patrick Lenk, which I purchased and listen to often, even playing in my head as I drift off to sleep.
Yippppeeeeee! And WoooHooooo! 🎉💕🙏🏼
You got your wings 🪽🥰🪽 and you didn’t have to physically die!! YeeeeHaaaw!
Now you can start inJOYing Heaven on Earth in your physicality 🎉💪🏼😎🤙🏼🎉
Beautiful music link - thank you.
If I hadn't seen your comment, I'd have missed the lovely, inspiring music. Makes me imagine Celia's news has a religious aspect.
God bless you, Celia. This is good news. I’ve been praying for you, you will remain in my prayers.
I understand Celia. We all need to take care of ourselves first. Have a delightful retreat.
Celia, you are a lovely, lovable woman. I wish you all the best.
Sound very exciting. Looking forward to your news.
It sounds like you've found Russian Orthodoxy. It won me over as well!
I hope you enjoy Pascha!
Have you converted to Orthodoxy?
If so, enjoy Pascha.
No Zoom, But, we'll do a But Call anyway. "But All is Well! Perfect!
Love, G
I am very heartened to hear it. It's important to savor and distill revelatory moments without interference.
Hey Sam, we will miss you this weekend.
Be good to yourself. We value your friendship.
Would feeling lost be like life in the big city? Like if I go to buy a pack of smokes, and suspect I might get into an argument with the guy behind the counter, who gave me a lighter the last time I showed up, for wanting matches? Or like you've said, I think, from missing people, and the old crowd, who used to hang out at a place called 'the lane' in my old park? A counselor at a Catholic summer camp I was at once told me to 'get lost' with a sincere intent after I made fun of his name, once too many times, back during Vietnam, and he could just have easily have passed for Jesus for the concern he showed for us campers. Or what if lost means something that follows from the certainty hinted at in the movie Final Destination 2, where a guy in a morgue says something cryptic you're supposed to know or admit to, but you don't want to, just yet, for meanwhile just wanting to get free from under the impression of impending fate, like Simon Zealot and the gang in Jesus Christ Superstar? Anyway, check out Kimberly and Claire in Final Destination 2-- https://archive.org/details/310toyuma_202307
Cognizance
He did not, skinning limbs,
disembarking the apple, exactly fear
the gravel truck he could not then
hear or see. Only a theorized gravitas
massed in him. The grazing mare with colt
raised up her face, inhaled the unfenced
hay field's muggy air. A thunderhead
of knowing clapped. He was ten, told
keep an eye on the pair while the others
did whatever others do. A limb
he knew grew fat enough for him to inch out
onto his mother's asphalt roof and from there
watch the two. Her lovely neck curved
roadward. Near and now blurred,
a whorl of branches. Bark flew. Off the wall
and down through the goldenrod he ran,
prepared to do what he did not know.
Knees punched him backwards in the chest
when he cleared the ditch. They were
drinking at the culvert, a hundred yards
south, two lives away. The belly dump
rose from a dip in the road, battleship gray
with purpose. Stay. Stay. Tires snapped
in soft tar. It’s air horn split the air
like oak. His own air hissed, a burst hose.
The mare was dead before she hit the grass.
He never learned what happened with the foal.
Could be. The heart is a lonely hunter.
Four large turkeys farther down our driveway, all with their wings so stretched they look like condors. We are all at some time or another turkeys for love.
Humans disappoint but creation is forever. Paradoxically it is the wonder of the grand design that especially this time of year humans join the birds and bees in the ode to creation.
May the call of your projections be answered.