Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Paradise, If You Can See It.


Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse — and Thou
      Beside me singing in the Wilderness —
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

- Omar Khayyám

I tell you what, I’ll provide the bread,

sourdough bread 

and the wine - left over from the Flyover Fest.


Gerard provides the verse – in narrative form. About paradise. Enjoy. Life is so much more than politics.

“This job began in the winter and the only source of heat Miss Helen had was a standard issue wood stove that she also used for cooking. The stove took a lot of wood and the old lady’s wood came from a large pile of logs on another islet behind her hut. They were far too big to fit in the stove and my main job was to take a maul, then an axe, then a hatchet, and transform each log into a pile of kindling that the old lady could use. It wasn’t that bad a job except when it snowed or rained, which, since this was winter in Paradise was pretty much every other day when it was not a continuation of the snow and rain from the day before.”

Read the whole thing…

mountain mist

“Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.”

  Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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