(personal) by rosetinted Fri Mar 30 2012 at 14:33:18

a fragment of a first draft of an offering never to be written down again :

This is familiar. This is home. This is the punctuation that I found under the orange tree in your back yard, in the smile and the hug you welcomed me with into Davis. Sea serpents and seasides and gardens and salt. You welcomed me West, you welcomed me home, and I will always love you and be inspired for it.

Flowers. Mead. Tea. Oranges, and sunlight and gardens and wet dirt and books. Two continents, two oceans, gardens away. And this too is home.

I love you I love all of you

get some rest, okay?

(log) by BookReader Fri Mar 30 2012 at 15:05:13

You were one of the nicest people I ever met, either online or off of it; always helpful-- always pleasant, and always friendly.

I regret sharing so few words with you either in cyberspace or out of it.

You are missed.

Sincerely, BookReader

(log) by borgo Fri Mar 30 2012 at 15:44:58
In a way I wish today was April Fools Day and the events that have transpired were nothing but a cruel hoax perpetrated by an uncaring Supreme Being. Sadly, it is not. The events are all too real to many of us who know Kevin and Christine and I’m sure I speak for the many when I say our thoughts are with you during these trying times. There’s something missing from everything today. There's a hole that cannot nor should not be filled. I don’t consider myself a religious man by any means. Maybe spiritual best describes my thought process when it comes to matters of life and death. I’ve taken solace in the past from some lyrics from a tune called “My Brothers And Sisters.” I hope you do too. This world is not our home We’re all just passing through Our trail is all made up Way beyond the blue... (more)
(log) by Pandeism Fish Fri Mar 30 2012 at 19:14:49
Hadn't planned to node anything today; I wish there were no reason to. Earlier, I had announced that my next ten C!s would be put into the unjustly degraded nodes of The Ballad of Mark the Kramer; I now delay that promise for a week or so, for they are merited elsewhere first. I've not noded there. My words are deeply inadequate. Perhaps all words are. I'll avoid the impulse towards sermonizing, except to propose that (so far as I believe, in any event), in the end, all things return to One, and all the joy of every moment of existence is forever preserved, washing over that One, in an infinite diversity of combination and recombination. Our lives serve to generate these experiences; and in the time to come thereafter, we glow within them. (go there)
(log) by StuartO))) Fri Mar 30 2012 at 20:25:50
There was a storm this morning before daybreak. The sound of big, fat raindrops and distant thunder was at the same time deeply unsettling and comforting. I have been a registered user here for only 1.5 years. I have never been to a nodermeet. I never met her in person. I never even had any of the deep significant discourse with her that many of you have enjoyed. She chinged a couple of my writeups and she pointed out a few typos. We shared small talk in the catbox. When I read "When did I lose my brave little soul?" it broke my heart. Be whole again, Christine. गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा (go there)
(log) by artman2003 Fri Mar 30 2012 at 23:33:09
She touched my life, even over the distance, even through the pixels on the screen. She was always such a nice person and I suppose my most cherished memory of her was the extra special chingy attention she gave me after we had our miscarriage. Few people are so awesome. She will be missed. I guess what breaks my heart most is what Tess must be going through. And of course wertperch, but especially Tess. I was really pulling for her. The planet lost a good soul. Earth is now a little less awesome. It was similar to when my grandma passed last March. What's with the month of March anyway? Run like you're six, grunny, wherever you are now. If there is an afterlife, maybe we'll see you again at a heavenly nodermeet after we've all ran out of upvotes and cools. /me misses grunny (go there)
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    When did I lose my brave little soul? March 29, 2012 An apology, a love note and a remembrance One of my IRC friends died and I don't know how to feel
    March 31, 2012 March 32, 2012 It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time Run like you are six
    she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust from the teens to the thirties Man's place in a pandeistic Universe My Friends
    The Ballad of Mark the Kramer Anger, Rumi and Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor Long May You Run Agoraphobic Nosebleed
    my brain feels clean as a whistle Patty Griffin The Contents Of Lincoln's Pockets diurnal vertical migration

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