After a bit of grief, a clearing opens, the heart is lighter. It must be the spring like weather, too; door open, sunlight, I feel so free today my toes are dancing.
& delightfully, one of my sisters is incubating a little "we" human be-ing to place onto the ever moving "conveyor belt" of time. Someday when I go tumbling head first off the belt, he or she can come back and read this post and say, "I wasn't even born yet... look at how silly and archaic blogging was back then. Who are those wonderful people leaving comments... " It will be in the future, say sixty years on or more (I should still be alive) and this new person who isn't even here yet might "follow the links" over to see you too.
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The wicked make so much noise mother: Pavarotti & Bono (U2) -- Ave Maria (Live)
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The startling reality of things
is my discovery every single day.
Every thing is what it is,
and it's hard to explain to anyone how much this delights me
and suffices me.
To be whole, it is enough simply to exist.
~Fernando Pessoa (1885-1935)
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War is over if you want it... John Lennon
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He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.
~Henri Michaux (1899-1984).
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The Kills .:. U.R.A. Fever
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Happy New Year Blessings, and Peace to all who enter here.
Thank you for sharing so much.
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