By Dillard K. Henderson, QH’s Poet Laureate

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Sonnet Number Fifty
 
All in one flowing moment free from time,
I sat upon a mighty mountainside
Beneath great metal booming wind-blown chimes
Above Zen terraced gardens with my guide.
I saw below, beyond the knoll and stream, 
Another mountain breath and undulate.
Awaking slowly from delusion’s dream,
I entered then a much more mindful state.
Then beauty’s beings, radiant as suns,
Each sang her sacred spirit song to me.
The spirit world and this one too were one.
The moon arose, and I began to see.
I heard all music, then, in but one chime
And knew forever, then, in Earthly time.
 

Deeper Levels of Stigma

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quarryhillcreativecenter/ladybellefiske:

This is a very good point. I find it fascinating in a sad way that somehow, Robin Williams appears to have felt that it was something he could not cope with (Parkinson’s, I mean) but Michael J Fox has managed to do The Good Wife and other projects for years. Of course, they had completely different styles. I have no idea what it’s like to have Parkisnon’s and can’t judge this at all. I”m just sorry that Robin W. felt he had to depart this odd world…

Originally posted on Unstrange Mind:

Robin Williams and Michael J. FoxSince you’re on the internet, you’ve already heard the latest news — Robin Williams’ wife announced that he had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. He hadn’t wanted to announce it publically yet. He had not returned to drug or alcohol use. He was deeply depressed because of the Parkinson’s diagnosis.

The responses I saw, just in the first hour after learning this new information, revealed to me that there is a deeper level of stigma than mental illness. When all we knew was that Robin Williams had succeeded at suicide and that he had a history of drug and alcohol abuse and that he had spoken openly about depression and mania, there was an outpouring of compassion about the pain of depression. A few people aside, people were talking with compassion about depression. People were sharing phone numbers of hotlines. People were telling one another to be there for their…

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BOW-WOW BOOKS!!!

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Originally posted on The Moon Seen In Water:Quarry Hill Creative Center's Blog!:

Our great friend Mark Newgarten, who designed some of the covers of some of the middle-late editions of the Top-Drawer Rubber Stamp Co.’s catalogues, has turned his energy and attention to one of the best places it can go. He’s drawing books for kids — and games that go with them, online. These wonderful, playful and beautifully drawn books remind me of TinTin, but with a delightful flair of their own that I know all the kids I’ve loved and helped raise (and there have been a lot) would delight in!

Try them! Here’s the website….

http://www.bow-wowbooks.com/

COMING OUT SOON, if not yet!

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BOW-WOW BOOKS!!!

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Our great friend Mark Newgarten, who designed some of the covers of some of the middle-late editions of the Top-Drawer Rubber Stamp Co.’s catalogues, has turned his energy and attention to one of the best places it can go. He’s drawing books for kids — and games that go with them, online. These wonderful, playful and beautifully drawn books remind me of TinTin, but with a delightful flair of their own that I know all the kids I’ve loved and helped raise (and there have been a lot) would delight in!

Try them! Here’s the website….

http://www.bow-wowbooks.com/

COMING OUT SOON, if not yet!

Larrance Fingerhut’s “Auguries” with idea by Ladybelle Fiske

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L. Fingerhut’s beautiful “Auguries:– Blake’s Auguries of Innocence combined with Pachelbel’s Canon.
I am not sure how to make this link work, but here’s a try.
Ladybelle

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To hear this piece, check out Quarry Hill Creative Center on Facebook and the link is playable there,

Peace, My Heart

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Peace, my heart, let the time for
the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end
in the folding of the wings over the
nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a
moment, and say your last words in
silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp
to light you on your way.

 
Sent to us by the Middlebury Quakers regarding Barbara’s death. A beautiful poem and very much like the actual passing…