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From Mary Sullivan
(there were strong winds on Sunday)

>I found my copy of Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber  and here is what it said about the wind.... 

The ancients have a saying" "When a great soul dies, the winds go wild." The greater the soul, the greater the wind necessary to carry it away.

Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do no stand at my grave and cry,
I am not here...

from  Grace and Grit by Ken Wilber

Yes Mary, the wind may have been her harbinger...Here's another.

The wind it is blowing, blowing and rolling
The wind it is blowing all through the trees
Gentle wind carry me, spirit I shall always be
Gentle wind carry me, so I may be free


From Barry Vesser

If It Is Not Too Dark


Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.

Get some fresh air, try to smile.

Say something kind

To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.


Always exercise your heart's knowing.


You might as well attempt something real

Along this path:


Take your spouse or lover into your arms

The way you did when you first met.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes

The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.


Play a game with some children.

Extend yourself to a friend.

Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants -

Why not let them get drunk and wild!


Let's toast

Every rung we've climbed on Evolution's ladder.

Whisper, "I love you! I love you!"

To the whole mad world.


Let's stop reading about God -

We will never understand Him.


Jump to your feet, wave your fists,

Threaten and warn the whole Universe

That your heart can no longer live

Without real love!

~ Hafiz ~


sweet Cynthia
now that you’re sixty-five
whatever you do
whatever you choose
it’s good to hear you jive.

sweet Cynthia
age: our permission slip
now that you’re sixty-five
it’s good to hear you jive.”

- Ruth Rosenthal