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Happy 90th, Marge !!
Music -
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-
Charades
Christmas 2008
Spirit Spiritual |
Notes for Friends |
Personal but not Private |
Tragedy and Grief |
My Spirit Adventures |
Spirit Sources |
Why we celebrate Thanksgiving |
Where Shannon Is |
Nurse Brown's Experience |
Noreen Dies in the Holocaust |
Love Consciousness |
Baseline What a Whisper Sounds Like |
Who Came Calling? |
Memorial Day |
An Earlier Day |
Transcript of the Warner tirade |
Seeing with Your Tongue |
Thinking About These Things |
Dr. Burzyinski |
Dr Gundry - Plant Paradox |
Dr Macchiarini - Stem Cells, Artificial Transplants |
The Wikipedia article |
First Claim |
Flowers my neighborhood |
Where we were once in India |
Family |
Precession of the Equinoxes |
Self-doubt |
Bastard Toadflax |
Butter and Eggs |
Pink Evening Primrose |
in situ Pink Evening Primrose |
Jane Goodall Wildlife Forests Food |
Christmas 2019 |