So here’s the way it’ll go down when I win the Powerball: a million each to my nearest and dearest and three million to me. With the gazillions left, we’ll set up a foundation to make the world better, with the caveat that every penny has to be spent within fifteen years. None of that endowment crap; that cash is going out the door in the here and now.
Priorities? Green energy. Women and children. The wilderness. Food insecurity. Dismantling things that hurt all of us, like racism and the patriarchy. And, and, and. . . Alison, focus. Don’t dilute the mission! Prioritize, Allie!
Check your ticket. Aw, crap. Well, there’s always next week.
Artichoke, by Joseph Hutchison
O heart weighted down by so many wings
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Beloved Alison McGhee
*I don’t see the poem…unless it was just those few words…
This letter is dated 30th July 2022, so I am sharing how it went for me:
Thus is the 30th July 2022 my greatest day, thus far…
*In love, with love, for love
Shamla of Shamballa
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Yes indeed, Lady Shamla, this poem is only one tiny line. It went straight to my heart in so few words.
First reaction: that’s all there is???….. Then it sinks in…… That’s all there is.
Breathtaking. Thank you for finding these wonderful poems and pictures and sharing.
P.S. I am searching for a poem I read several years ago by a well known male author?? About the beach and a driftwood tree that was hung with shells and ocean such. I can’t remember the poet or the book.
Mary Alice Gruppi You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. Charlotte’s Web
I keep rereading and now in my memory.
Thank you for finding the perfect combination and today “food for thought”!
Plus I know when you win you will not build a “monument to self”