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The miracle of modern medicine never fails to amaze me. Gracie is doing so well one could imagine she was never sick at all. She finishes up her courses of steroids and antibiotics monday. The doctor wants her to end the breathing treatments over the weekend unless she gets into trouble with excessive coughing. She is not participating in P.E. now just in case. No running around and getting hot and sweaty and getting those lungs inflamed again. I believe one of the reasons she suddenly progressed when we got home is because of the air. Here the air has been light and cool, so easy to breath. Back in Georgia and South Carolina the air is still very hot and heavy. The humidity in the air is oppressive. Before Gracie had shown any signs of illness I had mentally noticed it took a little more work to breath. I am so happy to be back home. Not only is it easier to deal with sickness and life in general at home but fall has come to the mountains of Virginia and it is gorgeous. The leaves are beginning to change but more importantly the temperature has made a major change. The nights are down in the 40's (44 last night). The days are still topping out in the lower 70's. This is the most perfect weather. While we were gone I had extremely limited internect connections. I missed Badger's big Four Oh (40) on September 20th. Happy belated birthday! I did think of you but I know you understand other things were going on. So, for Badgers missed birthday I give my gift: A poem by Emily Dickinson. There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! May you always find pleasure, joy and treasure in your books.

I find my mood drifts like dandelion seeds on the wind each and every day. While yesterday I was sarcastic and teasing all day long this morning I find myself quiet and introspective, hungry for intimacy that is not physically present. To turn a cliche 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. I do not always pick apart poetry to find the deeper meanings hidden in each word. Sometimes I accept them at face value and treasure the turn of a pen that can write strings of words that elude me. This is one of those times. This is one of my favorite poems by e.e cummings. It is romantic and sentimental and intimate. It is perfectly eloquent. i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) - e.e. cummings I wonder what mood those who might read this find themselves today ... Steven once wrote me poetry back in our days of courting. (We courted we did not date.) I treasure them, now more than ever because since that time he has never written me another poem. Yesterday I was asked what gift I would like for Mother's Day. His turning of a pen once more would be gift enough. The intimacy of thought would be a perfect gift. Don't you think? Are those things that should be asked for? I do not know. I only know that I miss that part of us. The first poem we shared was Disirarata by Max Ehrmann.

CommandLineGuy from chat shared this with me today ... Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

Please Take Me Please take me, deep into your heart Lead me to the place hidden from all others Guide me to that warm vestige Where even the tides fail to ebb and flow. Please take me, deep into your mind Show me your secrets as you delight in mine Know me as your sanctuary, a haven in which to reside Where no one may follow, just you, my lover, and I. Please take me, deep into your soul Give to me the place in you hidden from the world Mold me, shape me, into the perfect fit of you Where you end and I begin no longer to be defined. Please take me, deep into your embrace Hold me, promise to never let me go Sooth me as only your touch can Where whispers declare you are mine, I am yours. Please take me, deep into passion Wake me with the lust of your lover's call Melt me in the white hot flames of want Where you guide me I will follow in blind faith. Please take me, deep into carnal delights Part my lips with your hungry tongue Taste me, lover, as you press yourself to me Where I inhale your exhale, one breath we take. Please take me, deep and move into me slow Part me as you gently glide into my wet heaven Open me with the sure thrust of your loins Where we tremble and quake as two become as one. Please take me, deep and take me now Come with me, dance to the sweet music of desire Cum within me, the white wine of you I drink Where I feast on you, you sup on me, hungers are fed. Please take me, deep past heavens gate Lie with me in our bed of extinguished flames Quenched of this thirst but only for a moment Where we heed not warning, but chance to have all. 16 July 2003 A.Cobb