i do keep Haiti on my mind. i'm deeply pleased about the response for help from seemingly all corners of the globe. there's a spirit in the air to lend help in the form of prayers, well wishes, material, monetary, and physical and intellectual doings. there's something special about this horrific moment in haiti's already troubled history, there seems to be little judgement. so many just want to lend a hand as best they can. i like this.
there are some people from louisiana that say that after the horrors of hurricane katrina, louisiana is coming back and is better than it was before disaster came. better than before in terms of quality building and infrastructure, as well as a healthy wake-up call for the suffering of folks. it's a long wake-up call, but it seems that many are getting it.
last night before drifting off to sleep i came across this poem that i'll share with you if you don't mind. when i read it, i thought... yup, that's it...
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september twelfth, 2001
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two caught on film who hurtle
from the eighty-second floor,
choosing between a fireball
and to jump holding hands,
aren't us. i wake beside you,
stretch, scratch, taste the air,
the incredible joy of coffee
and the morning light.
alive, we open our eyelids
on our pitiful share of time,
we bubbles rising and bursting
in a boiling pot.
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by x.j. kennedy
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i hope you and yours are sweet and well. do have a nice weekend. i'm off to catch the georgia o'keefe exhibit at the whitney museum. tomorrow is the last day, so i haven't completely waited 'til the last minute;)
i'm thinking of you... thanks a big bunch for the thoughts you've share in connection to my previous posts. i like so much our diverse ways of sending and sharing good thoughts...
bisou you!!
3 comments:
That is an amazing poem! Thank you, dear Audrey for sharing it. Have a good time at the exhibit. I am so jealous right now.
It is a shyly sunny Sunday morning here in Paris. I'm having breakfast and connecting with my Internet dear ones... que du plaisir... pure pleasure...
I'm at the same time mourning and lifting hurting ones in prayer, and rejoicing about the new day and your visit to the exhibit. This is much like life - all colors are present. People are on different steps of their life's staircase. I try and am grateful... for so much!
Have a sweet Sunday my dear New York beauty!
hi Angie, i'm so happy you appreciated the poem. it is quite special, indeed. the exhibit was lovely. a really nice way to spend an afternoon...
Susu, que du plaisir! thanks so much for sharing what you were doing and feeling on Sunday. it is sweet to pop in on friends as see what they are up to. when i visit your blogs it really sweetens my day...
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