"The 411"

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A small, luminous portal, somewhere on the western edge of the Atlantic, northern hemisphere, 3rd rock from the Sun
When I was about 7 years of age, I stood in the middle of Robin's Field Primary School's playground on a glorious, cloudless, autumn day in London. Gazing up, a burst of ceruleun sky seared through me. I had been awakened from a deep, protective state of numb. Future decades jerked me back & forth on the teeter- totter of life. Great ups, miserable downs, nanoseconds of breathtaking joys, infinite hours deep inside pain. A couple of years ago, I began to hit the mercurial Wall o' Menopause. True to self, I went at it, head first, in a pool of icy hot sweat, the proverbial sledge hammer. Spiritually & emotionally, I was drained. Empty. As in "this well was D-R-Y." Of everything. Time passed & I began waking up again - just like on the playground. In reality, I must say, I really like this side of 50. "The best is yet to come ... "

Friday, December 19, 2008

In-a-Gadda-dis-Morning



"Morning has broken,

Like the first morning.

Blackbird has spoken,

Like the first bird ... "







"The miracle is not to fly in the air,

or to walk on the water,

but to walk on the earth.

Chinese Proverb




"Just living is not enough.

One must have sunshine, freedom,

and a little flower."

Hans Christian Anderson

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