Hello..... Whoever-or-not -- and thanks (by the way?!) to Open Salon --
Yesterday/today's divide (i.e., the middle of the night) wasn't the coziest of experiences for me. In these, my progressively ancient, years I tend to sleep and be awake at all sorts of ?discordant? hours. Plus I, by now, live alone (even the dogs and cats having ?"pre-deceased"? me) so ?all too often? what I do during those ?"insomniac"? hours is come to the computer -- seeking some form of aliveness of people.
Before I come to Open Salon I ("of course"?) open my personal e-mail and last night that was ... um ... for sure, a "challenge". A LONG e-mail from a gifted but physically afflicted young friend of mine, full of valiantly-reported ("keep a stiff upper lip") dreadfully difficult news from her yesterday's MRI.
Not good.
So I sent her a quick -- BRIEF -- e-mail.
And then the other personal e-mail: From a years-long professional friend of mine, mixing up the professionalism (I'm going to telephone you at such and such a time) with the information he'd only just then learned of the death (a week ago tomorrow) of a woman he and I had both known both personally and professionally ... and both of us had had some pretty starkly abrasive experiences with alongside the cheerier parts of the tale.
She died from metastasised lung cancer.
I had written him earlier to ask him some questions about his understandings (or lack thereof?) about the astrological "cancer" of this month and all the "bombs bursting in air" of ... well, July 4, here; July 14 in France.
That's to try to explain (?) this post's title.
Hoping to be "more better" (*) in touch with more of you in the coming days but whether that or no -- simple "thanks for being"... Where? There Here? You've all of you helped me through a long slow seige of a few ?new-beginning hours.
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We all know, sense that at some time on this planet´s we just go puff like when we arrived... Isn´t that funny ? We have no control over coming and going unless.... But in between those 2 events we have the chance to make or break... I prefer.. and still prefer to "make"... It´s my life.. so I do whatever I can to make conditionsl work for me... and maybe for someone else.. Thát doesn´t work mostly but.... do I get myself clobbered with doom thoughts ??
In the background I listen to the French satellite channel "Direct" with a plain young girl - she´s French - she reads French from a book titled "Future.. etc"... the title I cannot make out properly but being able to understand the language and her reading it to me soothes me... while I´m composing my thought in this reply...
So.. nothing is over in life.. until it´s over.. so why worry.. ??
From the GripeVine.... & Donah..//
Donah, I got your "pm" just now and will "pm" you back as soon as I can, but you know how I am about what I call "my dali klok" ... and I'm a bit out of practice as to my earlier studies to fix in my still determined but sometimes wavering mind the arithmetic I thought I'd learned as to the time difference between here and there! Tally ho.... :-)
Thanks for "stopping by" again! I'm wondering about the possibility of integrating your comments with mine (rather than seeing them as ?"oppositional"?). Of course deaths and dyings are "happening all the time" (as well as births, beginnings and growings). What I'm wondering about a possible cyclical aspect has to do with bearabilities for any individual. Are there maybe cycles to when any one of us is ?"hit by"? (learns of; encounters) deaths and losses? Are these cycles maybe part manifestation of the facts of individual-to-individual connectivenesses? I'm getting in over my head here....Do, if you have a moment, take a look at my latest post and tell me whether it "rings any bells" for you. O.K.?
Condolences on the two personal losses you've just gone through!!
podunkmarte
This is August 2010 and I just paid respect to my beatiful second wife who died 3 years ago and whose ashes I dispersed on her BD into the usually blue waters of the Atlantico on this side.... the moment was Aug 8, 2007 but 2010 is now... I felt lonely... plucked a fair amount of flowers from Boycee´s patio below, took a taxi to Gudrun´s Kleine Kneipe right around the corner from where I "dumped" Inesita in the waters - and 13 years since my dear mom... talked to both and threw the blooms into the wind and the waves and went back to Gudrun´s for a stiff cubata to start with... Goody is a dear younger friend who gets thinner by the second... I hadn´t seen her for a full year but recognized her frail frame as there is no other like hers.. We talked about the yesterdays of almost 30 years when she arrived on the island to help out in her mother´s bar as mom couldn´t serve the customers while in her wheelchair.... Elfriede died before the clock said 1990 and some.. Having been some 30 years on this island is like growing up and old with it´s population.. so I asked for Gründelsheim saurkraut u. schinken and a tall glass of Franziskaner Weiszbier.. I´m no beer drinker but drinks go with the food and visa verse..
But upon return to this command post I ran into a loaded message from "butterdezillion.wordpress.com" abt Obama´s background which does not vary from my own findings 2 years ago and again wondered why on earth he clings to his legend as the 1st black Potus.. while having no legal right..? ´Reason why all this reminded me of "Love, death, "cancer" in July..
It´s August, still and pretty soon Haloween.. and 2 years from now the WH will have another but repeat tenant who had her daughter just given away by the man she did´t leave in spite of public demands... That´s Love... and death will come later.. with or w/o the "cancer"..
From the GripeVine.... & Donah (Aug 10 .10 04:35 gmt)