Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Disconnect

Dear readers, I am disconnecting from the blog world for a bit. My internet connection has become horribly unpredictable and unreliable, but more than that, I find my brain just unable to cope with the discipline of writing and reading on any kind of regular basis.

For those of you who don't know, my husband is fighting lung cancer, and the sand goes very quickly through the hourglass right now. I feel that I need to be with him, directing my energies his way while I can.

I apologize for abandoning the 55 for awhile, but I will no doubt be back at some point. Till then, thank you all for the support and the input you have so generously given me over the years.






















14 comments:

  1. Be with GB, dear BFF. If there is anything I can do, please just let me know. We will all be here when you can return. Love from me and Peanut Man.

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  2. You and the other half or your heart are always in my thoughts. Be well, both of you. Read you soon…

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  3. Sending every ounce of support I can muster ~ take care of yourself as well.

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  4. Joy, just coming by to tell you I have you on my mind and will hold you and your husband in my heart and thoughts. Love, love. xoxo M.

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  5. Joy, you're not alone. My prayers are with you...always.

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  6. Joy, I've written you a 55. I didn't put Traveling Wilbury's End of the Line on it, but thought about it. I'll put it up at my place, and I'll keep it for a while, since I know you don't have any free time right now.

    Peace

    ~ Michael

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    1. Thank you Michael. I found comfort there. It helps.

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  7. Sometimes poetry is a bridge, other times empty ladder. As the I Ching would say, to and fro goes the Way. I'll send a murder of crows to unpluck those Republican operatives blickering your modem connection and waft some bloodsmoke to Odin for roots, water, the long eye. Take care.

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    1. All those portents, tokens and entrails are most welcome, B. Thanks. Everything passes, everything changes...nothing is getting out of this alive. I find that a helpful reflection--and likely so would Odin.

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  8. Well damn it. I'm so sorry, Joy. Sending whatever good I can muster. And as I was typing I looked up to see young buck walked through the yard, up to the house, and peer in the window. Surely a good sign... or not, depending on how you view that kind of thing. xx

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  9. My thoughts and well wishes are with you, Joy. Sending positive energy your way.

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  10. I understand the need to withdraw from this world to concentrate on the very real needs of a personal life.
    As of July 13, I am happy to host the Friday 55 for anyone who would like to share a poem - only until such time as you feel able to take up the meme again, Hedge.

    http://calibanandmiranda.blogspot.com/2018/07/darkest-everything-flash-55.html

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    1. Thank you, Kerry. I believe the 55 is a genuine writer's beacon, and I'm so glad you feel able to hold it up while I am unable to do so.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats