nage

Hey Nage,

Good for you on "making beautiful these precious hours of life".

It makes me think of this poem by Mary Oliver:

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.


I especially like the line: "all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms."

Tell me about your interest in native plants. I live in Fremont and am an avid gardener (organic) and like to use native plants as much as possible.

Where do you like to go camping?

Look forward to chatting.

Ciao,

T

[Edited on Jun 24, 2005 8:57AM]

thanks

no, its a "vintage" miami dolphins shirt i found on ebay.