December 7th, 2006

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Wow!   Live Journal has a new top for me to see that says Seasons Greetings.  What  a thrill!   I rise and enjoy the moon and Tiger and Bella and their early morning antics.  They have an incredible amount of fun batting around a dry leaf.

Chris calls with a great idea for Jeff and Jan for Christmas.  Hooray!!

I feel sad for the Kim family, and the loss of James Kim, who struggled so hard to save his family, and all the people who struggled to save him.   Again, we see the value of connection and the intensity of care, and the immensity, at times, of pain. 

These words come to me today, and sometime, I think they are all we need.   Take care!

"As he thinketh in his heart, so is he."

- Bible,
Proverbs 23:7

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Joseph Campbell -


You enter the forest
at the darkest point,
where there is no path.

Where there is a way or path,
it is someone else's path.

You are not on your own path.

If you follow someone else's way,
you are not going to realize
your potential.

It takes courage
to do what you want.
Other people
have a lot of plans for you.

Nobody wants you to do
what you want to do.
They want you to go on their trip...

- Joseph Campbell


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You know how sometimes your computer gives you a message that it has to shut down?   Well, that is me today.  I am exhausted.  I think I have been pushing too hard, and there is nothing left.  I am closing down for the day.

My hair fell out completely a year ago today, and I think, though I have hair back, I am feeling sad.

Great love and care to you!!
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Poem for the day -

I did rest today, nourish.  I felt depleted, a salmon after swimming upstream.

I write this poem today, and tonight feel cleansed, and washed a bit in grief.

December 7, 2006


Pearl Harbor Day,

an unexpected attack.


A year ago today, my hair fell out,

in the shower, in clumps,

gathered in the drain, in my hands.


I knew to prepare, and I wasn't,

as we know there were warnings of attack,

received and ignored.


A friend shaved her head today,

to support a friend going through chemo.

I don’t know why some of us are chosen,

or why some ships sank, and others did not,

but I do know that we float on the love of our friends.

They anchor us here, and lighten our load

with their care. 


Today, I rest,

fall asleep on the curl of a dune of sand,

before it breaks.

Gulls fly over me, like foam.