A L O H A From
H O N O L U L U
Into the sunset's
turquoise marge
The moon dips,
like a pearly barge;
Enchantment sails
through magic seas,
To fairland Hesperides, *
Over the hills and away.
Madison Cawein
I must confess:
The New Year feels
like a good one.
There is still
churning change
everywhere
in the world.
But good is
stirring too-
putting on it's shoes;
and once aroused
any good thing
is possible!
We wonder through our lives
not sure of what
we’re searching for...
The answer to our question
is peacefulness. Once we
find as much as possible,
we can begin to enjoy simple
pleasures, and passion
without interruption.
Nothing will fall in line
without a soft place to land.
Ron Baratono
ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़ढ़
Love You,
Pixie & Cloudia
ढ़ फ़
* "Fairland Hesperides" refers to the mythical, idyllic garden of the Hesperides nymphs in Greek myth, a blissful western paradise where golden apples grew, guarded by a dragon, symbolizing immortality and the far-reaching West, a phrase often used poetically to evoke enchantment and sunset beauty. The nymphs, daughters of evening, guarded this special orchard, a gift from Gaia to Hera, and the apples were a key part of the famous Twelfth Labor of Hercules.
