Howdy Howdy All!

Hey ya'll! I had a great week and hope you had the same. I spent the week in Mississippi with family and friends. I had a minor setback though...

My Digital Camera conked out on me and I had to buy a bunch (4 exactly) of disposable cameras in order to capture the moments. I dropped them at walgreens today and will post a few tomorrow. My camera is still under warranty so tomorrow I will call to get it taken  care of. YAY.

My baby cousin Jonathan was on leave from the Air Force and it was mighty fine to see him.

My best male friend GI J is back oversees and was not able to visit me like he was going to for the "holiday". I am very depressed about it btw. He says that he starts his day reading the obits to see which of his brothers is dead. His nonchalance freaked me out slightly. He has changed considerably in both general disposition and emotionally. Detached is the word I am looking for. He was here last year for his mom's funeral (Breast Cancer) and he was terribly depressed but that was normal considering...) Now he is just worried that he will loose "civilization" as he calls his non military friends. He won't loose me willingly but to use his words "it aint choices I am worried about sweets. It's those acts of God that scare the fuck outta me.) I get what he means but I hate to hear him say it because then it's out there (you know, out there in the world-space). I am slightly concerned about what I will and will not accomplish in this lifetime and then wonder about all the time (Insert Barry Manilow song here) I spent waiting for this and that to fall into place before I started living. I dont regret the time I spent "finding myself" and the "odd mishaps and misadventures I stumbled into on the way to La Paganista but I regret the times I did nothing in particular to work toward my fulfillment or that of others I claimed to care about. Yes I know this is a bit heavy for a Sunday evening but lately I have been in a contemplative mood so there! LOL

I am making a few new changes and hopefully this will give me more focus and keep my mind off the people I miss who are deployed and/or deceased or just not in my life anymore due to circumstance or geography.  Anyway I would suggest meditation and stretching to anyone who wants to relax and seek a few answers that fail to work out in our waking moments.

Anyway, how about some poetry...here goes.... (a voice, voice, voice...is it just a voice?)

Patience

Be patient with you?
When the stooping sky
Leans down upon the hills
And tenderly, as one who soothing stills
An anguish, gathers earth to lie
Embraced and girdled. Do the sun-filled men
Feel patience then?
Be patient with you?
When the snow-girt earth
Cracks to let through a spurt
Of sudden green, and from the muddy dirt
A snowdrop leaps, how mark its worth
To eyes frost-hardened, and do weary men
Feel patience then?
Be patient with you?
When pain's iron bars
Their rivets tighten, stern
To bend and break their victims; as they turn,
Hopeless, there stand the purple jars
Of night to spill oblivion. Do these men
Feel patience then?
Be patient with you?
You! My sun and moon!
My basketful of flowers!
My money-bag of shining dreams! My hours,
Windless and still, of afternoon!
You are my world and I your citizen.
What meaning can have patience then? --Amy Lowell

Goddess Bless