July 13, 2020

  • I Am Alive and Well

    I'm taking a look at what I wrote six years ago. Those were heady days. Two years later, I would fall, woke up and found they were taking me to the hospital because I was speaking too softly and someone thought I was slurring my speech. So the docs found a clot in the brain; I had a mild ischemic stroke. So,  I had to endure three days in the ICU: good time to veg out a lot. Of course, everything was fine except for an extraordinary depression. Then there was the month on the heart monitor, six months till I could work again. I started new routines in the morning, started updating my climate data charts, resumed reading projects I had suspended, found out I was awake for a lot longer periods every day. As I had started to retire my debt, and not sure how long I would be capable of doing so, when I was able to work again, I used nearly all my earning in doing so. I expected the process to take six to eight years; I paid everything off in a little less than two years. Relief had come.

April 29, 2014

  • We Are As Such

    My dad is a Historian: he rewrites the Record.
    My mom moves things: it is in the City.
    My brother is an Alchymist: he transforms the Earth.
    My sister is clairvoyant: the Romance of Life's Theater.

    I am that I am.
    All my friends are most dear to me.
    There are no strangers anymore; they are to discover.
    Feeling the attractive Dancer's Body, sublime and enduring.

    One Truth; Many Voices
    Some in chorus
    Some to persuade
    Some in confidence

    The Seven Seals are open.

July 22, 2001

  • For Wildheart in Texas

    IN MEMORIAM

    Wildheart is dead. Another friend I knew from the old Romantic Room when The Park was operating told me last Monday. A lot of us will miss her. She was the first Internet friend who sent me a Christmas card with a photograph of herself. The card had a picture of the cutest little kitten with a big head, and a furry paw tentatively touching a ball of yarn at the base of the tree. Soon I found out she had four cats. One thing I found out quickly is how smart she was. She learned HTML early on, practiced her craft at her web site. It makes me wonder how long Geocities will keep it active. She knew the ego games of people quickly, too. She made a lot of sense when it seemed the world was turning upside down with all this free communication happening in the fading heady pioneer days of the Internet. I hope she went out easy. I know I will miss her.

    We love you, Wildheart!!