Family issues will curtail Paradise posting for a couple of days.
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The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Gerard Van der Leun
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Our family will be keeping your family in our prayers and thoughts.
What John said– I hope that whatever has happened will have the best possible outcome. God be with you.
I pray all is well.
I pray all is well and is there is another crisis, I pray it goes away quickly. I will keep you in my prayers and you and Paradise lost have been added to a prayer chain I am part of. God blessings for you sir.
Prayers for you and your family. Thinking of your mom especially.
Prayers also.
Praying without ceasing for you and yours.
Do what needs be done. I can wait, and I expect all your other readers can, too.
We look at you as part of our family because we read you daily. Our offer still stands. If you need ANYTHING we are there!! You are in our thoughts and especially in our prayers.
Thank you all and bless you all for your prayers. Mom has had a fall but is not in any critical danger. She bumped her head and is being held for observation with a very positive prognosis. All other systems are fine. More than that we do not know at this time.
Prayers needed still. I’ll update here when we know more.
Oh no, that’s trouble not wanted.
Hope that observation and tests go well for your Mother.
Is that a photo of your Mother at the top?
There’s a certain point at which humans should be able to put on bumper pads or a bumper
suit not unlike the pillsbury dough boy. We need them. Our wavering balance systems require them. Yet where are they? Too many folks to busy inventing and marketing $1,000 phones and other gadgets that distract us.
I am sending out a woo woo ish protective bubble to all things Mom and Gerard. Remember to breathe. Deeply. All will be well.
Prayers for you and Mama…and may HE give you peace and healing.
…and from here as well.
God Bless.
JWM
Wind bubble wrap around that gurl, she’s an American Treasure!
Lot’s of bubble wrap, loosely, comfy, the BIG 3″ bubbles.
Call some place Paradise, Kiss it goodbye.
you can take the boy out of paradise but you will never take paradise out of the boy !! even 50 yrs.on & all properties changed hands PARADISE will always be home !!
Thinking of you often – thoughts become prayers which will continue especially for your mom.