It
can't always be helped but sometimes birthdays occur around the time when a
loved one has died.
I
truly hope this doesn't continue to be a theme in our extended family...
Nonetheless, a big happy b'day wish to our son-in-law
and our precious grand-daughter Kelly Quinn (who turns "1" today)
SOMEONE
WE LOVE DEARLY HAS GAINED HIS WINGS TODAY
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sun-ward I've climbed, and
joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You
have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence.
Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft
through footless halls of air… . Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've
topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew
— And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high un-trespassed
sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the Face of God.
R.I.P
Big Jim, How you'll be missed!
"Born with the map of Ireland on his face
and in his heart"...
'Till we meet again
“I wanted a perfect ending... Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity" -Gilda Radner
Alternative endings?
... in its own special, quirky way
You've heard it described as "psychedelic mushrooms"
but did
you know that the substance of interest
[i.e.,
psilocybin] is
actually generated by 200 different species of
fungi? ...
Well, here's the best news: not only is it being
looked at for treating major depression but as an antidote for personality
disorders, as well.
This includes
'political
fanaticism'
Funny how I already guessed that such fanaticism
was a mental disorder !!!
Is there a truck load of fungi for this poor chap?
His 15 year old biological mother certainly did
us a disservice...
The
End of Summer
August's bags are
packed;
Our itinerary
takes its cue;
And, if you
strain to listen in,
September nears debut.
Whispers of
mounting dismissal
Rush before loose
ends;
Reddened skies
are all the rage
As summer's sun descends...
What is the rush?
[One always asks],
And others soon
implore:
The grape is
still a verdant green
And dreams we
have in scores!
The corn is ripe
for picking;
It haunts the richest
fields;
They'll soon be fallow,
once again:
To 'fate', our
summer yields...
poem by L.P.-G. c. 8/2022
