October 29th, 2005

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A Morning of Grace!

The light today is tempered -
I could be in a Chinese landscape painting,
or the movie Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter ... and Spring. The movie came out in 2004, and is a movie to see again and again.
We are gathering as a family to go to Santa Rosa today, and Healdsburg, to Willie’s Seafood bar and the Oakville Grocery that has the yummiest cookies ever. It feels like Christmas to me. Every day is feeling like Christmas. There are so many gifts each day.
May your today be the same.

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Inspiration -

Here is the web-site for anyone feeling down, or up.


I feel the weight and lightness of this poem "Breathing" by Mark O'Brien.

When I feel claustrophobic in my own skin, I imagine the iron lung in which Mark O'Brien so consciously dwelled.


Grasping for straws is easier;
You can see the straws.
"This most excellent canopy, the air, look you,"
Presses down upon me
At fifteen pounds per square inch,
A dense, heavy, blue-glowing ocean,
Supporting the weight of condors
That swim its churning currents.
All I get is a thin stream of it,
A finger's width of the rope that ties me to life
As I labor like a stevedore to keep the connection.
Water wouldn't be so circumspect;
Water would crash in like a drunken sailor,
But air is prissy and genteel,
Teasing me with its nearness and pervading immensity.
The vast, circumambient atmosphere
Allows me but ninety cubic centimeters
Of its billions of gallons and miles of sky.
I inhale it anyway,
Knowing that it will hurt
In the weary ends of my crumpled paper bag lungs.

Copyright © July, 1988 Mark O'Brien <marko@well.com>. All Rights Reserved.

I am grateful today for the spaciousness and ease of my lungs.

Ah, I remember a poem of mine from the past, when once I was sad.


Two leaves on my chest,
Sweeping grief with every breath.

Now, I see my lungs as joyous windshield wipers,
cleansing the glass with each swipe so I can better see,
and breathe more freely and with ever-evolving ease.

Here is to Lung Power!
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A blog is another way to communicate.

It does not replace email. I still want emails, and I completely understand on not wanting to publicly comment. I find that odd myself, and would not want to publicly comment, on your blog, if you had one, which it seems that none of my friends, except Pat, do. It is just part of the site. No need to comment please. It is too confusing to me anyway, to have to go back and look at what I have written and see if there is a comment there. This is supposed to simplify my life, not complicate it.

Oddly, I am sent an email of your comment, so you might as well just comment by email to me if that is what you want to do. Nobody likes receiving email more than I, except for spam, and I have trouble doing Tonglen for spammers. They are right up there with Bush and his cronies in the challenge of Tonglen for me.

Just think of this like an answering machine. Remember how suspect they seemed at first. Now, we use them every day. I love to receive snail mail, and email, and this is just another way to let you know that I am fine. I want emails; I love email, and I love snail mail too. I love snails, except to eat. I just think they are so cute with their colorful shells of yellows and browns, and their muscled foot sliming up my walks and yard. I should go out and check the new trails and designs made on my walks and walls by the rain of last night.

Happy snail day to you all. It is Saturday. Play!! Play every day!!! Yay!!! And minimal comments on blogs!!