Enchantment Sails Soft

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.