YEY!!! I've got my head back! ... Well... kind of... :)) K xx

... And thank you, People, for all your "get better" love and good wishes... I am pleased to report that 10-yr old Willow is making a darn sight quicker recovery from her nasty venomous attack than I am from this wretched dose of "summer" flu! xx

THE ECHOES OF A BEAUTIFUL STRENGTH


There’s a place where fresh green blades pierce
Alpine snows and mountain peaks are trembling;

Where the only thing stirring in the midst
of an Arctic wasteland is the flash of a silver fox
seeking prey to feed her young.

A prairie where a night breeze rises
to fondle gently the cactus and where
the first star burns in an icy desert sky.

Or an unmarked spot where melting ice floes
surface within the cracked and bubbling sands.

There is somewhere right here
that breathes the vastness
of table-mountain intimacy,
that brings forth wine from desiccated rock
and yields the feather-tenderness of strength.

But only
If
you come.

But only if
You
come.

But only if you
come,

come,

come,

come.

Come.