Poudre River Colorado Rockies– Photo-Artistry by kenne
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
For about a decade now, I have been following the blog “So Far From Heaven: Old Jules.” I learned to love the guy; we seem to have so much in common. Over the years, I have reblogged some of his postings. In recent months I knew his health had deteriorated while in a VA facility in Kansas. Yesterday, I got this email, “Au Revoir, Old Jules (Jack Purcell).” https://sofarfromheaven.com/2020/04/21/au-revoir-old-jules-jack-purcell/ Although I never met Jack, I considered him a close friend. Jack is now the second blogger friend that has passed away in the last several months. — kenne
Love is in the air, everywhere I look around
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound
And I don’t know if I’m being foolish
Don’t know if I’m being wise
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air, in the whisper of the tree
Love is in the air, in the thunder of the sea
And I don’t know if I’m just dreaming
Don’t know if I feel safe
But it’s something that I must believe in
And it’s there when you call out my name
Love is in the air
Love is in the air
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Love is in the air, in the rising of the sun
Love is in the air, when the day is nearly done
And I don’t know if you’re illusion
Don’t know if I see truth
But you’re something that I must believe in
And you’re there when I reach out…
Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
Poudre River Colorado Rockies– Photo-Artistry by kenne
Bee On Sneezeweed — Images by kenne
“Love Is In The Air” — Image by kenne
Two Bees On A Cactus Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Walk A Mile In My Shoes — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Seashell Still Life — Image by kenne
