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Tuesday, 22 February 2011

  • on borrowed time

    lumbering over great tracts of land
    inhospitable and unwelcoming
    the predators have free reign these days

    the herd travels like undisciplined wanderers
    marveling at the sights as if on holiday
    no matter how many times I remind them ~
    explain the gravity of this journey ~
    they cannot remember for long

    these young ones, feh!
    all jaw and bravado
    pawing at the ground
    marking time
    until their time to lead the herd

    their birthright has been cast asunder
    their days – all our days – are numbered
    but they cannot smell the scent of extinction
    that rides on the wind that trails us

    the world has moved on
    without the courtesy of
    a farewell note
    leaving us to wake one morning
    with the knowledge
    that we no longer have a place in it

    i lead because it is all i know to do
    i lead and they follow
    without question as they have always done
    i lead, keeping an eye on the vicious raptors
    slinking behind rocks
    measuring the strength of the herd
    choosing who will be stolen away next

    i lead and watch our numbers dwindle
    and mourn the world without its dinosaurs

Tuesday, 08 February 2011

  • missing you

    your absence
    echoes across
    these years
    and tears
    no longer fall ~
    but for your memory
    those tears ~
    they seep,
    i think,
    down into
    the earth
    leadened
    by the weight
    of sorrow
    and descend
    into hell
    to drip
    onto the
    scorched skin
    of the damned
    the sinners wail
    and claw
    at the very touch ~
    understanding
    perhaps for the first time
    why some
    willingly
    choose repentance

Sunday, 02 January 2011

  • Thank you from our hearts!

    Thank you SO much for the quick and helpful responses to my last blog. I'm heading to the grocery store today with renewed energy and optimism.

    I'm especially encouraged by those of you who have sent your assurances that our taste buds will adjust in timely fashion . . . and that tasting the FOOD as opposed to the salt will become a new pleasure.

    I love you guys!!!

Saturday, 01 January 2011

  • Xangans to the rescue?

    One of the big changes we have to make these days, is saying au revoir to our beloved salt shaker. Well, only D has to say goodbye, but we all agreed that we can't just cast him out into the Wilderness of Bland all by his lonesome. So we're united in our efforts to eat healthy, which means cooking food that basically tastes sucktastic.

    Do any of you eat this way out of necessity (or choice, I suppose, God bless you!). Do you know anyway to make food actually taste like something besides cardboard? It's been a week and we're pretty sick of lemon juice and Mrs. Dash. I've bought some cookbooks, but I've got to tell you, I wouldn't voluntarily eat some of the stuff in them.

    I've found recipes for low sodium condiments, and I'm getting acquainted with a large variety of hot peppers, and I'm sure it will eventually get easier, but right now, I kind of dread dinner time . . . .

    Any help would be greatly appreciated . . .

  • Wishing You All the Best

    I have a few brief moments this morning and honestly couldn't think of anyone I'd rather spend them with than you.

    Happy New Years, my Friends!

    I wish you all a peaceful 2011 and more laughter than your hearts could possibly hold.

    Much Love and Gratitude for always being there for me

    jackson

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