Packing Bags, Getting Ready …. “๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท Yep, Traveling to Puerto Rico …. โ€™ Again! ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท …. “!!


~~October 10, 2019~~

TRAVELING BACK HOME

I’m going back home for a while. My mind, heart and soul yearn for peace, quiet and ‘island pace’.

I may not post as frequently and I’m not able to reblog from the cellphone or the iPad.

But … I will be around!

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How can I stay away? This calls to me. It’s right in my neighborhood.

Cabo Rojo, Puerto Rico!!

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~~October 10, 2019~~

COMPASSION AND HUMANITY

โ€œBe kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.โ€

~Plato~

โ€œTo perceive is to suffer.โ€

~Aristotle~

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Lightly child, lightly


Deep thoughts … ‘One more summer gone, and one way or another you survive, dull or regretful, never learning that nothing is hidden in the obvious changes of the world, that even the dim reflection of the sun on tall, dry grass is more than you will ever understand.’
Dana Gioia, โ€œDo Not Expectโ€ from 99 Poems: New & Selected.

Live & Learn

Do not expect that if your book falls open
to a certain page, that any phrase
you read will make a difference today,
or that the voices you might overhear
when the wind moves through the yellow-green
and golden tent of autumn, speak to you.
Things ripen or go dry. Light plays on the
dark surface of the lake. Each afternoon
your shadow walks beside you on the wall,
and the days stay long and heavy underneath
the distant rumor of the harvest. One
more summer gone,
and one way or another you survive,
dull or regretful, never learning that
nothing is hidden in the obvious
changes of the world, that even the dim
reflection of the sun on tall, dry grass
is more than you will ever understand.
And only briefly then
you touch, you see, you press against
the surface of impenetrable things.

โ€“ Dana Gioia, โ€œ

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