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A Photo Story of...REVELRY!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Photos from various birthday season gatherings this month, wonderful friends all:

Brunch and movies (The King's Speech) with fellow student Sandra, her focus the MSW program at UALR.

Dinner and Wynton Marsalis and his 15-member band with Gail and Jean.

Gail may have the life most devoted to service of any person I know, and she does it all with no ego. And BTW, I could go on-and-on about how Jean does NOT let her lack of sight stop her -- oh no!!!

Gourmet dinner with Fritzie and our Guatemalan friend Victor (who looks like a bandido there -- HORRIBLE picture -- though he is truly the gentlest, sweetest, kindest soul you will ever meet!)

He speaks no English and we have become friends via Fritzie since I interviewed him for a linguistics class project last semester. I'm hoping to begin working with him to learn English, which will help me work on tutoring skills I may put to use for part-time income in the future.

Those "famous" beautiful, fragrant roses from Fritzie whose "attorney-ness" doesn't stop her from being compassionate and loving and beautiful, in fact she uses it as a platform! Oh and, BTW, Fritzie is up and running in the morning at 5:30, in training for a half-marathon!

Potluck gathering that was TONIGHT of friends to celebrate four birthdays (including mine!):

Camille was coming from playing in THREE tennis tournaments today! Camille started the Beacon Community Prison Project, which Gail and I volunteer for.

BTW, if you look carefully you can barely see a platter of huge chocolate-covered strawberries in front of the honey jar.

We were at Gail's house, Sandra is seated.

Judy and her mom Johnye and I were totally losing it!

Beth, Jean and me, three of the BD grrls! Beth is a new-ish friend whom I've yet to get to know.

There all we BD grrls are: Leslie, Beth with puppy Brooks, Jean and moi. Leslie is an interesting attorney who recently finished a PhD in mythology and trains dogs to search for cadavers!

Mom and daughter chowing down. Judy (60 yo) is a local pediatrician and Johnye (80 yo) is Professor Emeritus of English Literature at U of AR, Little Rock. Picking up PhD's wasn't exactly common in AR (or anywhere really) when she did it!

Gotta' share a segment of a phenomenal message from the card Janice, Judy's younger sister and my former housemate, sent me from Vashon Island, WA, where she now lives (in a yurt!):

" sincerely and joyfully honor your birth -- not merely the wondrous event of coming to exist in your current form, what we call your birthday in that miraculous and eventful play we call life, but all your births and all ways in which you are a gift. You are born each day as you wake and after each triumph and each heart break. You are born with each intake of breath and give back of yourself each time you exhale. You are a spirit born in the dawn of time bound to all that has ever lived in this world...."

The peacock feather tree print (10/30) Robert gave me, adorned with origami sent to me earlier from SIRIRADHA.


Moving into my 69th year, it's good to know about the crack:


God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flowerbed.
As roses, up from ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
'til one day it cracks them open.

-- Jelalludin Rumi



The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

-- Leonard Cohen
Oh...DO'll be SO glad you did! _e39UmEnqY8
(I have the Live in London DVD that this is from...the entire program is as awe-inspiring as this spectacular song is)
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