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  • heath 5:59 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: daughter, dupatta?, hand-woven wool, , love, magic, shawl, thanks   

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, t… 

    My daughter, my daughter… Dear Tina, thank you for the lovely woollen dupatta, or maybe that’s not what it is… a hand-woven, most amazing, shawl kind of thing, from India, of a wool that’s very fine and soft, with a design of a black ground and woven-in patterns of two reds and a blueish green — one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever owned. It shields me from all harm when I wear it. It’s magical. Thank you, and love.

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    • Tina Contis-Quinn 1:42 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Awwwwwwwwww mom, thank you so much for this beautiful posting about something that just screamed your name Heather Heather Heather out to me when I saw it. I am so very glad that you love it and are enjoying it…it was meant for that. You have just put the biggest smile on my face that I’ve had in a while and for that I thank you again. I miss our guy…and our two lil furry one’s big time.

      love you.

      your daughter,

      T.

    • ed 2:54 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      The space between words, the dupatta, too.

      Hugs,
      ed

      • heath 7:11 am on Saturday, April 4, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Ed, for a sensitive reading.

  • heath 5:50 pm on Friday, April 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: a rainy day in April, almonds, appetite, bare feet, beach, chadar, coffee, daffodils, films, forsythia, love, , red pear, sleep, , Talisker, tired, toast,   

    Spring appetite: I want some toasted alm… 

    Spring appetite: I want some toasted almonds (a must in April!), a red pear, and some toast, and to walk on the beach in bare feet, even if it’s clammy and cold outside, and a hug from a particular someone (yup, you), and a warm woolly blanket to be wrapped up in when I come back from the beach, and then… a mug of black coffee to drink with a shot of Talisker as soon as I’m wrapped up in that blanket, a good film or some new Desi music playing, and at least ten hours to sleep off my present half-deadness. And the next day, total silence, as I wrestle with the pain of a newly-hatched heart, that had no idea of the shell it had been hidden in all these years. Daffodils and forsythia bloomed all yellow this morning in NYC. The air smells green, though the sky is gray, wet and windy.

     
  • ed 9:50 am on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Affluence, love, Resentment, spirituality   

    Love nor money I feel that a Creator’s … 

    Love nor money

    I feel that a Creator’s Love is All-pervading, the very glue that holds our Universe and Us together.
    It bothers me, in general terms, that we should hitch a ride on Love to make a relative affluence of fame and fortune, whilst a huge proportion of our brothers and sisters are spiritually starved.

    May I suggest, we are here on Earth to make (fulfil) Love, not money. Money can ‘freeze’ Love, so that, like a glacier, it flows quite imperceptably. Only the warming of individual hearts towards each other can induce the thaw and set Love flowing among the collective whole. Money, if then a facilitating tool, can flow at Love’s own warm pace and be the true symbol of Love’s quickening.

    To each their warming hearts, never to forget, in our impatient judging, that it is not over until the fat lady SINGS!!

    What a Fat Lady Mother Earth is!

     
    • me2watson 6:57 pm on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Someday…Father Sun will swallow her whole.

      And however you perceive it be,

      won’t make any difference.

      He doesn’t sing with his mouth full.

      • ed 2:58 am on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        Since when have you been a scientist, Keith?
        You often sing with a mouthful of creations.

    • derek 11:42 pm on Friday, March 20, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      and when Father Sun rips his last gasser
      new elements
      never seen before
      will zip through our galaxy
      and eventually fall back together
      to make to make
      humans 2.0

      derek

    • ed 3:03 am on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      As an artist, Derek, your brainwave is the Father’s command, zip-assisted or no 😉

    • derek 9:58 am on Saturday, March 21, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Hey Ed
      The creative energy of my father, the sun, flows through my brain and into my fingertips.
      From blank canvasses and empty paper come worlds that people get lost in their thoughts in.
      Sometimes I feel like a god myself, but then the electric bill comes and I realize I’m only a humble servant.

      When money is no longer in fashion the dynamics will change and I can be a full time god.

      derek

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