If i could tell you how being showered with a tsunami of love feels, I would. But I’ve not that great a gift with words, though wordsmith on occasion I attempt to be, this thank-you can not reach the heights of the largesse you good people deserve.
In deepest respect, the following has been composed in hopes I do not “overstep the bounds of modesty” as my foolish center-stage ego is wont do do on occasions. I’m leaning on great artists and metaphor to do the heavy lifting for me.
Please join me in celebrating the colonizers of love who built this great community.
Never in my life have so many stepped up to send their love, touching me down deep in newly found waves hence unknown to me.
“A Cry in the Wild ~ Jack London
“There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter;” and it came to me through a cornucopia of ringing PayPal notices singing another friend is here; almost breaking me in half as the magic lifted my broken spirit made fragile by circumstance and choice—a shining moment never to be forgotten.
In loving memory of Tricia Wise
Song
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human—
looks out of the heart
burning with purity-
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love—
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
—cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
—must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye—
yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body where I was born.
~ Alan Ginsberg
Wherever you go, whatever you do, pause to remember, the Queen of Hearts lives in us all.
Thank you Community Members, because of you, I’m going to Knoxville, Tenn. on March 28 to begin Proton Beam Therapy, the best care available. I’ve a bell to ring and when I do, I’m ringing it for you.
Honoring the team, the kindest friends a person could have; in alphabetical order: Colorado is the Shiznit, gulfgal98, Jekyllnhyde, Johnny the Conqueroo (JtC), joe shikspack, OPOL and 2thanks.
“We all walk life’s trail to the end. Some fall a lot, some race through, some timidly step, many are handicapped from the beginning; others are along the way; most follow the leader and into hell quite often. A few strike out alone.” ~ South Bound
Tell others what they mean to you before they walk on.
Mahalo, s7