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At The End Of Day   Leave a comment

Sunset Panorama- blogAt The End Of Day (Tanuri Ridge, March 25, 2017) — Panorama by kenne

At the end of day

Life gathers the day’s moments

Thoughts of love and peace.

— kenne

Thomas Robert Turner, Two Tears Out   3 comments

Lummi & MCLACThomas Robert Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014
I love you, Bobby!

On this day as I have many days since his passing,
I read from the many notes, letters and emails
I now cherish as he seems to grow bigger than
life with each passing day, just like children sleeping
his being inside me can’t be dreamed away.
The many words 
he shared can be taken away,
but not the love that 
keeps growing in
the soul of my very being. 

He left for me many literary and philosophical
to live by, probably not knowing they
would continue to shape my very being as I
continue my journey in other people’s reality.
One was a quote by Paul Lafargue:

Healthy in body and mind, I end my life before pitiless old age
which has taken from me my pleasures and joys one after another;
and which has been stripping me of my physical and mental powers,
can paralyse my energy and break my will,
making me a burden to myself and to others.
For some years I had promised myself not to live beyond 70;
and I fixed the exact year for my departure from life.”

He was 72.


Posted November 13, 2016 by kenneturner in Information, Philosophizing, Quotes

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30 Years of Togetherness — Some kind of lovely ride.   11 comments

Kenne & Joy blogKenne & Joy, Las Vegas, 1989.
We were a couple for 16 years before getting married May 18, 2002 in Los Vegas. Thirty years of togetherness, but who’s counting.
“The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”

Secret O’ Life

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.
Any fool can do it, there ain’t nothing to it.
Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill.
But since we’re on our way down, we might as well enjoy the ride.

The secret of love is in opening up your heart.
It’s okay to feel afraid, but don’t let that stand in your way.
Cause anyone knows that love is the only road.
And since we’re only here for a while, might as well show some style. Give us a smile.

Isn’t it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down,
try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.

Now the thing about time is that time isn’t really real.
It’s just your point of view, how does it feel for you?
Einstein said he could never understand it all.
Planets spinning through space, the smile upon your face, welcome to the human race.

Some kind of lovely ride. I’ll be sliding down, I’ll be gliding down.
Try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.
Isn’t it a lovely ride? Sliding down, gliding down,
try not to try too hard, it’s just a lovely ride.
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.

— James Taylor

Kate & Matt Eleven Years Out   Leave a comment

K&MWedding4.01.05..05 art blogBeautiful Daughter Kate and Husband Matt ( April 1, 2005) — Image by kenne

Love is not found in someone else,

but in ourselves; we simply awaken it.

But in order to do that, we need the other person.

 from Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho

New Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Two-Tailed Swallowtail (1 of 1) grunge Art blogGrunge Art by kenne

The wise are wise

only because they love.

The fool are fools

only because

they think they

can understand love.

— Paulo Coelho

It’s A Beautiful Day   Leave a comment

Sunsets (1 of 1)-2 blogSunset Over The Tucson Mountains (December 6, 2015) — Image by kenne

“It’s a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away”

“We choose love over fear.”

— U2


“I step aboard the orchid boat . . . a picture held us captive”   Leave a comment

Virginia & Outer Banks 2013“I step aboard the orchid boat” — Image by kenne

by Lee Harwood

A hot summer night,
the sound of rain in the courtyard.
A satin breeze
sways the curtains.

She wrote
                  ‘Gently I open
my silk dress and float alone
on the orchid boat. Who can
take a letter beyond the clouds?’ *

All those years ago

And he wrote
‘A picture held us captive and we
could not get outside it.’

When the winter came
she wrote
‘I put on my new quilted robe
sewn with gold thread.’ **

Joy Make-up (1 of 1) I blog—that face, the tilt of those shoulders

Is that how you saw it? 

Passing a mirror in a dusky corridor
—that face, the tilt of those shoulders.
Or in the bright light of morning
the details of your face in that mirror
—a picture, as though set, that maps
the wear of years, dreams,
that this is where we’ve come to,
and the future best left to itself.

The letter will reach the other side of the mountains,
clouds will roll back clear of the summits.
What was needed was done, but never done,
it’s never done.

Plodding along the mountain path—
drifts of rain, streams sweeping across the path,
cloud so low you can barely see the path
as you stumble on loose rock.

How to imagine an orchid boat?
It gets harder. But days come and go,
the sun comes out and everything seems to sparkle
and the letter spirals away.

The picture in the mirror seemed so real,
though only caught that imprisoning moment.
A golden leaf in autumn spins into a dark river
where the currents dance it underwater back and forth, side to side.

Without thinking
I step aboard the orchid boat,
the feel of silk
carrying me beyond all mirrors.

— from The Orchid Boat, by Lee Harwood

Joy @ the Lake framedI step aboard the orchid boat — Images by kenne

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