Good morning, Frazzled and humbled!
Thank you for posting.
Blessings and peace.
CoCo
greetings, friends:.
wishing you well today.
below is a story that came to mind as i lay awake, contemplating the new day.
Good morning, Frazzled and humbled!
Thank you for posting.
Blessings and peace.
CoCo
greetings, friends:.
wishing you well today.
below is a story that came to mind as i lay awake, contemplating the new day.
Greetings, Friends:
Wishing you well today. Below is a story that came to mind as I lay awake, contemplating the new day. It is just a story and is not a reflection of my state of mind and heart. This is the happiest time of my life!
Love,
CoCo
I was expecting you, but not so early of a morn . . .
When you walked up to my neighbor Fred's door last week, I was out getting the newspaper -- tossed in the bushes, as usual, by that careless paperboy. I settled into my tattered and surprisingly comfy wingback to peruse the local and national goings-on about our town and country. I heard a knock moments after sitting down and wondered who might be out and about at dawn and darkening my otherwise gradually lightening porch.
It was you, unannounced but not totally without some earlier premonition on my part. I'd been out of sorts lately -- sometimes you can't put your finger on it, but something's definitely amiss -- and felt a niggling prod that it was about time to move on. But where? A fellow gets locked into a way of life, such as it is, and resigns himself to 'it is what it is.' Not griping, just saying it like it is. Well, Fred appeared relieved to see you, though I heard a lot of wailing going on inside his house. I'm alone. No one's the wiser whether I'm here or there.
Funny, you're smiling at me. That's not what I would have imagined. No black suit of clothes. You say nothing, yet your gentle eyes tell me that everything's going to be all right. I look back at the old wingback and see myself asleep, a smile on my worn and lined mug. As I turn around and face you straight on, you reach down and take my hand and lead me away from the old and familiar.
The sun is rising on a new and promising day. . . .
i have reached a frontier dreamt about as a child -- the outer reaches of a vast realm under stars.. though an imaginative and inquisitive lad, my forward-looking mind and open heart could never have conjured up this fabulous, this infinite unreality into which i have been catapulted.
what may appear a distortion of my former reality i tentatively accept as a cosmic tableau that threatens both to fascinate and crush my frail, puny body and spirit.
i am unable to comprehend what i gaze upon with frightened, delicious terror.. my recent escape from lunaria was of sheer necessity: my people have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent toward us was not one of beneficient intervention but that of conquest.
Awake, but scarcely functioning.
My surroundings are the dull and drab I've become accustomed to during these endless years in my subterranean hovel. Familiar -- of course -- but somehow a shade different from what I awoke to yesterday, and the day before, and . . . The disorderly state of my scant belongings long ago ceased to unhinge me, the neat freak I once was. But as I blink through eyes slowly ungluing from a night's fitful slumber, I sense a tidier aspect to stacks of MSS long neglected, so many have been the bloody publishers' rejections.
Now neglected -- scorned -- by this unpublished hack are reams of hardcopy that I had dutifully, painstakingly inscribed with heartfelt verse; however, an unseen pair of hands seems to have, with some purpose, restructured the leaning tower of dreams and sorrow into smaller, precisely squared stacks. Books scattered randomly on the floor and piled up and on every available surface -- I swear it was so yesterday before I retired -- find themselves neatly arranged on once abandoned book shelves. Dirty dishes no longer lie helter-skelter underfoot, threatening to trip and unleash a volley of invective from this slatternly male. Sacre bleu! On the kitchen counter they lie in sweet repose awaiting the washing up . . .
I am closing my eyes in hopes that I might return to what is sad but comfortably familiar. . . .
so, the wife and i are reminiscing today about how when you would leave an assembly- you would struggle to remember just one interesting point.
usually- you had to look at your notes or the program to just remember 1 thing that struck you.
all day of talking and less than :30 seconds of information retained!!!.
Thanks, lrkr!
Yes, some knew nothing whatsoever vis-a-vis the foreign language and simply jumped in and picked it up by ear. I give them credit for their fearless endeavor, which was rewarded particularly out in service: foreigners in America were honored to be visited by young men who made a genuine effort to communicate in a tongue not their own.
We who received formal training over a period of many years were chosen to be speakers. You cannot get around the need to read and write your adopted language.
Gratefully,
CoCo
just saw this... definately worth a few laughs.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmd_twvvvgq.
Greetings, WAWYM:
Larry Graham studied with Prince Rogers Nelson.
CC
so, the wife and i are reminiscing today about how when you would leave an assembly- you would struggle to remember just one interesting point.
usually- you had to look at your notes or the program to just remember 1 thing that struck you.
all day of talking and less than :30 seconds of information retained!!!.
Greetings, lrkr:
Could you please explain the following. I was many years in the foreign field.
Was it just because we were in a foreign language field where the non-native speakers were just ghastly??
Thanks! (highlighted material: speakers did a poor job because they were not adept in their adopted tongue?!?!?)
CoCo
just as mythical, but now more readable!.
http://waterfordwhispersnews.com/2014/01/21/church-hires-jk-rowling-to-rewrite-the-bible/.
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Take a look at related articles, e.g., Putin's dog and man on the sun . . .
CC
just saw this... definately worth a few laughs.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmd_twvvvgq.
Nice refs, wasblind.
THANKS for your research!
CoCo
just saw this... definately worth a few laughs.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmd_twvvvgq.
hi integ:
Prince became a member of the Jehovah's Witnesses in 2001 following a two-year-long debate with friend and fellow Jehovah's Witness, musician Larry Graham. Prince said he didn't consider it a conversion, but a "realization"; "It's like Morpheus and Neo in The Matrix", he explained. He attends meetings at a local Kingdom Hall and occasionally knocks on people's doors to discuss his faith. [132] Prince has reportedly needed double-hip-replacement surgery since 2005 but won't undergo the operation unless it is a bloodless surgery because Jehovah's Witnesses do not accept blood transfusions. [133]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_(musician)
CoCo
i didn't get to church this morning.it was raining so bad.stayed in bed.got up late and had a boozy lunch instead.no guilt, no concerned phone calls.freedom!!!
next week, for sure..
Sounds good, qcf!
Me, too, today. Enjoy the freedom from guilt.
Peace.
CoCo