I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral
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Patty and I wish you and your family a happy holiday season and a healthy and prosperous new year.
Are you sure he is talking about Father Christmas and the reindeer?
Wish you all a sparkling, joyful and magnificient Christmas!!!
Thanks for all your holidayS greetings, Kris. May your family have lots of fun in the next few days.
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It has not been a grind to photoblog on a daily basis--it has helped open my heart, get over my deep blue funk, and see that where I live is lovely enough, perhaps lovely enough for a lifetime, as is every place on this beautiful planet, our home.
But, you did leave off one greeting:
Namaste....The light in me salutes the light in you.
P.S. How DARE you comment without adding me to your list of favorite blogs!?!?!?
MERRY, MERRY!!!
Beautiful post!!!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! :)
Merry Christmas Kris & Jen and Henry & Ezra!
It's a chilly 75-degrees temperature in sunny Florida so NO snow in this part of the US.
Enjoy your holidays!!