Didja Miss Me?

Sorry to have been remiss in my blogging, but we spent some time in LA this weekend. It would have been rude to sit down at their pc and post something. Thanks to the team for taking up the slack. Special thanks to Lord and Lady Voldemor for their splendid hospitality. And can't wait until the project is finished! At the moment, I'm home alone, been to the market, food in the fridge, and clothes in the dryer. La is getting an haircut.

The House of Love draws me, but I don't know exactly what to say. The VT tragedy has certainly dampened any enthusiasm to be "chipper". Suffice it to say that the families of the fallen are in our prayers. We can certainly empathize with them. Please see my post "Stardust" it is very germaine.

Don't go to bed mad at your lover. Tell your children you love them every day, because in the madness of life that may be the last moment you have with them.

Okay, I'm not going to go down that road..

But pay attention!

I'm done.

Really.

I'm happy to see Gretchen posted. Our lovely cub reporter. I was wondering when she was going to show up.

I'm a Kraft cheese kinda guy.

Sorry, no stinky cheese for me.

Anyway, I'm rambling, so I'll leave you with a poem:

Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Khalil Gibran


Ya Ta He. (Walk in Beauty)