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GRATITUDE
“There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate—the genetic and neural fate—of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death. I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude.”--Oliver Sacks
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We have been in many places, but we've never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can't go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.
We have, however, been in Sane. They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there. We have made several trips there, thanks to friends, family and work. We live close so it's a short drive.
We would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and we're not too much on physical activity anymore.
We have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and we try not to visit there too often.
We've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.
Sometimes we're in Capable, and go there more often as we are getting older.
One of our favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! At our age we need all the stimuli we can get!
And, sometimes we think we are in Vincible but life shows us we are not.
People keep telling us we are in Denial but we're positive we've never been there before!
We have been in Deepshit many times; the older we get, the easier it is to get there. We actually kind of enjoy it there.
So far, we haven't been in Continent; but our travel agent says we'll be going soon.
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Note to Self.
See if you can walk thru this day without disturbing anything, wherever you step.
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Until the great mass of the people shall be filled with the sense of responsibility for each others welfare, social justice can never be attained.
– Helen Adams Keller
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A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms
When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil
When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze
When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse
When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets
Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world
When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines
When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.
—Maya Angelou
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The Oasis This Time: Living and Dying With Water In The West
by Rebecca Lawton
to be published Spring 2019 by Torrey House Press
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