A Pair of Lungs, A Few Spoons, and an Elephant–My Life with COPD

Source: A Pair of Lungs, A Few Spoons, and an Elephant–My Life with COPD

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TED TALK: For more tolerance, we need more … tourism?

Source: TED TALK: For more tolerance, we need more … tourism?

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Macushla

Macushla
July 18 at 6:44pm ยท
Refuah Shlema ~

The body is an ecosystem.
All the flora and fauna that live
and die and live again and
battle. A universe
of beings, the ghosts
of memory and attempts both
fruitful and thwarted.
Soldiers adorned in white armor
muster and rally, defeat
insurrections, lose
battles. We are reborn.

How many times has this woman
stood at my bedside, her hand
on my forehead, her cheek
on my cheek, sitting, standing
not tiring – no, so tired.
Just not leaving.

When you visit the sick
you take some illness away
with you. Not in you.
Don’t worry.
You don’t take on their illness.
You carry some away
like in a basket.

But, a mother doesn’t worry.
She would take it in her
to take it away.
You who lived in the universe
of her body or
a citizen of her heart if
not her physical body.
She wouldn’t worry.
She is a soldier, too.

So, I stand here. My hand
on her forehead, my heart
wanting to be so strong
as to beat for hers as well.
So fragile the borders
of this now tiny universe
this warrior heart pulsing
its rallying drumbeat.
My cheek upon her cheek.
Her heart my native land.

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The Zen Dozens

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Ich und Du

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Do You
recognize Me?
Us?
You.

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Shabbat Shalom! 12 Nissan 5774

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Courtesy my garden (and a cooperative Spring!), flowers to crown Shabbat HaMalka, Herself, the Holy Bride.

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NaPoWriMo Day Eight (4/8/14)

Today’s prompt was to rewrite a famous poem, putting our own spin on it ~ One of my first favorite poets was Emily Dickinson, so how could I resist?
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Because Death rode the Metrolink –
He’d kindly pay my fare –
So I instead hopped in my Ford –
And booked it outta there.

Said my prayers – in the bright Negev –
Partied in Tel Aviv –
Had so many cats in east Wales –
The Prince asked us to leave –

Wrote one hundred poems – in Spain –
Drank chocolate in France –
Adopted forty little hens –
Enjoyed a brief romance –

In Nome – I stayed in my pj’s –
Tho I could feel a chill –
Turned Death into the IRS –
Rode a moose to Brazil.

He sent me postcards from my grave –
And signed, “Wish you were here!” –
But, I had a queue on Netflix,
And beets to plant next year.

I’m as swift as a wild mustang
I won’t be late – you’ll see –
I’ll turn my sails for tomorrow –
Quick as Eternity –
~~~~~

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