"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 ... "

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Twas the fourth night of Chanukah ....

Twas the fourth night of Chanukah,
Christmas Eve was finally here.
The family was pissed off & cranky,
Wondering what kind of gifts would appear.

The roast beast was seasoned to perfection with care.
The matzo balls were exquisite & lighter than air.
The menu transcended foods of both Christian & Jew
In one corner, a range of digestivos,
though Pepto-Bismol will certainly do.

I cannot believe that we're here once again.
It seems just like yesterday I was so young,
at Christmas in London surrounded by love,
mother, grandmother & lots of clouds.

A grinch I had been, for many a year,
until Vic got so sick, now it's a smiles, hope & cheer.
So when you sit around tables, brimming with family & friends,
Think how lucky you are - great "universal" blessings for health
& love to you we send!

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