I’m sorry for the lack of postings over the last several weeks. I will explain more in the future, but suffice to say ~ I became quite ill and almost was no more. Rest assured, I am back, I am on the road to recovery. It will probably be next week or so before I will be able to give a very detailed post about what all occurred. Thanks for the wishes and thoughts and above all ~ prayers…it was what kept me here and frankly alive…

But let me repeat, I am back, I am on the road to recovery ~ and expect more poetry, blarney AND jottings in the very near future!!!

WD

Just when I
thought
all was lost ~
I found it again.
I am grateful . . .

I’m sorry for the lack of posts, but I should be back tomorrow.

–more tomorrow

While running errands and getting myself completely lost in an area of town I thought I knew – I stopped and had lunch at a place I didn’t know. Unfortunately, there was part of what I ate that didn’t taste quite right and at the time I thought – I shouldn’t. Now, I know I definitely shouldn’t have —

There will be no post tonight (2.24) but I will post tomorrow (2.25).

Ok, that’s a slight exaggeration. But, thanks to a gift, I have a new computer – and am suffering from all the usual problems associated with a new computer. These problems are not limited to such things as fonts so small on the screen I can barely read them … and some things that simply will NOT work as they should.

I also failed to get the cord that would allow me to transfer all my bookmarks, etc. So, I am going to have to beg off posting tonight (1.8) as I had planned – and will be back tomorrow (1.9).

I can tell you this – it does work much faster … and doesn’t collapse in the corner crying when asked to do something…

I wrote this poem and tucked it away. I shared it on a very active forum that I am a member of, and decided to share it here….

I look at your body lying next to me
on a bed rumpled by passion
by love
by animal magnetism.

I remember how we met,
We drank
we talked
We drank
We made mad passionate love.

And for me the earth moved
Falling out of bed
trying a move

And for me there were lights in the sky.
knocking the lamp off
the night stand.
But the flashes radiated from within
and without …
trying
to reach deep within a part of me.

I see you with the
soft morning light
falling across your hair and face.
The softness of your faint
smile.

The gentle curves of
your neck and chest.

And I am forced to
say
forced to say
The five words I have
dreaded and longed
to
say
most of my
life.

“What was your name again?”

photo by Steve Savage http://www.savagephoto.com/meninbed.html
shore painting by Michael Ireland http://www.robinireland.com/MIrelandportfolio.html

It’s Friday and you really don’t want to be at work. So, the folks at Linerider.com have come up with a pleasant way to pass the time.

The objective is really quite simple … create a – I think I’ll let you discover!! Just click here – and enjoy!!

At one point last month some people were upset over what they considered to be a lack of a certain facility at a rather small airport. Taking trying to be all things to all people to it’s logical conclusion … perhaps your next airport adventure might look a bit like this ….

As I watched the Kennedy Center Awards – one of the presenters really struck a deep chord in me. Sarah Brightman was the lead in honoring Andrew Lloyd Webber and she was giving a list of his characteristics and used the words: childlike enthusiasm.

I have a dear friend who has been diagnosed with a very serious disease. While there are treatments, it non-the-less causes concern, worry and some fear. He and I have established “Where are you?” as the phrase that needs an answer about what’s going on with him and how I can help.

I decided that I needed to get quiet and ask myself just that question: Where am I? I wasn’t sure that I liked the answers I was coming up with. They did, however, seem to have a common theme which was solidified and clarified with Sarah Brightman’s comment: childlike enthusiasm. Somehow, that seemed to have leaked away as water from an unlined pond.

What makes us lose that ability to be enthusiastic about what’s happening around?

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Forgotten language – by Shel Silverstein

Now, if this were a movie or a sitcom on TV, I would immediately stand up, give a loud cheer and we’d all go out for ice-cream. Unfortunately, life is not a rehearsal. And the ice-cream stores are closed at this time of the morning. Instead I’m struggling with the hard questions, and one of them is where did it go? As you probably guessed, this is not going to be just one post – but here’s where some of the problem seems to be … I know there are a lot of people who don’t like the following – but here and now, this one speaks to ME. I think part of my problem is all tangled up in this.

Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts.

Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts.

Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.

Anything can happen, child, Anything can be.

-Shel Silverstein

It’s almost C-day and just in case you are still wondering what to get your significant or in-significant other, I have a few last minute shopping suggestions!!!

Jewel-Encrusted Ice Bucket $100,000 PLUS $1,500 per bottle

Not content with storing your bottle of bubbly in the fridge? Taffin jeweler James de Givenchy has created a platinum-lined Krug commissioned ice bucket with white opals dotting the red lacquer exterior. Combine it with a bottle of prestige cuvee and you have yourself a party.

Diamond Earrings
$8,800,000

These 60 carat, flawless drop diamond earrings are sure to please those who love their ice.

For more information, visit www.harry-winston.com.

Trip To Space
$1.8 million

Those in search of a fantasy flight of a lifetime might want to reserve Virgin Galactic’s six-seater suborbital space plane, which takes flight in 2009.
Before the two-and-a-half-hour trip, passengers will undergo several days of pre-examination and physical fitness preparation in the Mojave Desert. Post-landing, those aboard and one guest head to Necker Island, Branson’s private Bahamian getaway, for four days.

For more information, go to www.neimanmarcus.com

But in reality, it’s nothing material that we give that’s the most important in the end. Yes, it’s nice to have the excitement of something wrapped and pretty. It’s also nice to have something that lasts FAR longer and means much more. And that is the gift of ourselves. The who we are, the what we are and all the “how” we are. The quiet moments, the open sharing, the wonder of someone understanding. These are gifts that remain long after the others are forgotten, broken or no longer needed.

So – going into the wonders of the season – let’s go after the wonders of other people and what we can mean to them!