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BhodiMen: Ive been thinking about the welling of regret I felt in our last meeting about lost opportunity to connectdeeply with my girls when they were younger. The strength of those emotions surprised me. What if they aresimply a biochemical pattern, my body holding on to emotion viscerally the longer held the stronger the feeling".So then, what would it look like to let go of old emotions?

Gravity as Particular as Light by Bhodi Tims

What loss echoes thru this stillness?

A half-wing formation of five geese bank low toward a thorn brambleout near the pointsome earthly metabolismfeeds on this mystery in the rainresembling my own hunger

I remember trying to lose-my-way twelve years agoin a downpour walking in Golden Gate parkthe pull of direction just too clearwhen the rain abruptly stoppedlike a call from the minaretcutting into the vein of my reverieor a border language

bringing news of the unimagined

Who's to say we ever break throughto the other side sincecontact is an act of faith

Let me spread this salveover the coming yearand hope the next cyclefinds song more ableto answer this elemental prayer

A song less like rockmore like lightlet it whisper

Men: My wife gave me a gift recently one only a spouse or the bests of friends can give. The hard truth, wrappedin love and her own issues all at once. She said I was arrogant. As I continue to image that I am going to die soon to

probe what's really important in my life, I struggle to feel honor in the life I've lived.


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Charlie Fenyvesihis excerpt is from the manuscript titled KEEPING OUR GHOSTS ALIVE, to be published next year.

On October 15, 1764, Edward Gibbon, a 27-year-old Englishman of no wealth and without significant familyconnections, heard a group of barefoot friars singing vespers among the ruins of Apollos famous temple in Rome.The future master historian of the Roman Empire did not ask the friars what they thought about the mighty paganempires fall or if they were at all concerned about that tragedyif it was indeed a tragedy. But this commonplacesight and singing ignored by other passersby gave Gibbon, then traveling aimlessly in Western Europe, a focus: Therise of Christianity and the growing power of the Barbarian hordes led to the fall of the Roman Empire, acatastrophe Gibbon lamented and he chose as the leitmotif of the book he would write, a brilliant narrative stillwidely accepted as a fundamental textbook. The theme of decline and fall has been over the centuries the most

popular with historians. [1]

But History is more than what Gibbon and legions of other diligent students of the past have identified as decisivefactors in the chunks of time that attracted them the most. History begins with still older myths of origins, alongwith fairly precise and roughly contemporary facts recorded on the velum scrolls of the Bibleas well as thefantasies and sermons amassed on the squared-off palm leaves of the Mahabharata, and the boastful inscriptionsabout great military triumphs carved into marble steles and columns. History also includes the long list of darkdetails offered by candid family chroniclers and countless oral traditions across the world. And we should notdismiss testimony contemptuously characterized these days as he-says-she-says.

History also speaks to us through mute witnesses appear virtually every week as a road repair crew runs into asilver candlestick flattened by what might have been a tank and a beach bum finds a deer antler recycled thousandsof years ago as a plough of a farmer living in what was not yet known as England. But more often the state or a

politically inspired group sponsors excavations. In Jerusalem, archeologists are hard at work to locate thefoundations of King Davids palace and made headlines a few years ago by coming up with a shard that had hisname carved into it. So far the Mongolians have not found the grave of their revered ancestor Genghis Khan thoughsome of them believe that it contains an immense treasure.

But it is only a matter of time when the Beijing government will announce that one of its many teams siftingthrough the limestone hills of South China found human bones older than anything that has been dug up inAfrica,

the hitherto accepted site of humanitys cradle. To prove that mankind originated a few millions of years ago inwhat is today China seems at least as important to the national self-image as the boast that the Peoples Republichas built the fastest train network in the world. I do not doubt that sooner rather than later Chinese archeologistswill come up with the evidence and correct History.

My own dream of a rendezvous with History has been to dig up in my garden a shard with a sequence of letters in ayet undeciphered script carved into it. I would like to live to see such evidence to prove that despite what scholarssay there was a written language north of the Rio Grande before Columbus arrival in the New World.

For my friends young enough and ambitious enough I recommend learning Court Turkish and finding ways to persuade local officials to grant access to the Ottoman sultans archives in Istanbul, still off limits to researchersand especially to foreigners. It is an unexploited treasury of secret intelligence reports going back to the fourteenth

or thirteenth century.

History is being rewritten all the time. The past is never pass nor dull; nor is it ever complete. It is ourinexhaustible treasure trove and a favorite playground; our vale of tears and our castle of pride. It is our curriculumvitae writ large. END

[1] Edward Gibbon: The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire , the first of its six volumes originally published in1776 in London.For DEEP LISTENING


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George Miller

Staff Sergeant Billotte Checks Out

Ia Drang Valley, Vietnam 1967: A sentry in the cross hairs, a sniper on the bluff,

yet another vigil on yet another parapet,a bridge above the Ia Drang,a shot across the water,a thud, a body limpon the levy.

Garrett County, Maryland, 1978: A cabin in the old growth, a pistol on the table,a cartridge box behind the oatmeal in the pantry,a padlock on the box, the key on a nail in the cellar,a bullet in the chamber, he sits on the couch,he stares at the pistol.

A Campaign Ribbon

An easy chair, an olive drab footlocker, a table and a lamp, a hutch in the attic, I hunker down, I nurse a glass of scotch, neat from an amber bottle.

A campaign ribbon, six points, a green disk, a gold star, a white star, gherkin green and pale white stripes, three red ray flames consume a splintered country.

A deadly sweep through the valley, a tainted battalion, I didn't know when I brought the ribbon home about the long cruel decades,

the scotch.

Two Poems by George Miller Barnesville, Maryland 2010


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Irene KellyHello Rabbi Stone,

I visited your synagogue (just a mile from my Catholic house) for the second time on Friday with my Jewish friendLynn Breger from San Francisco. On Saturday morning I took her to my Hyattstown Mill Arts Project drawinggroup. We were sitting on the front porch of the miller's house with my friends Bobby, Cyndi, andRisa, when Darla the dog, tethered in the side yard, began barking excitedly.

The mill is in Little Bennett Park (Montgomery County's largest). A couple years ago, Hyattstown Mill Road was blocked just next to the house and allowed to be just a hiking trail. There at the stoppage was a riderlesshorse. While Bobby took the dog inside to quiet her, Lynn approached the horse and fed it grass. We tied her upand called the park police. The rider had been thrown, and the rescue squad had to search for her, assisted by

joggers and hikers.

Later, Lynn enticed the horse onto the front yard and tethered her to the tree to allow the rescue vehicles access tothe road. Shortly after the woman was evacuated, two people came with a trailer for the horse, by then happilyeating an apple.

As you might imagine, on the way home, Lynn and I discussed the Friday night reading, Deuteronomy 22:1-2:

"You shall not see your kinsman's ox or sheep driven astray without showing concern about it; see to it that it isreturned to your kinsman. If this kinsman does not live near you, or you do not know who he may be, take to yourown place and keep it with you until he claims it; then give it back to him."

Muriel Donovan

When my dear brother, Harry, died recently, my grief was somewhat lessened when I came across this saying. Ithelped me remember all the fun times and the love we shared.

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."

John WilsonSee Pierre Teilhard de Chardin and Tony Kushner quotes at end.

Mke SchafferSee The Firefox Book at the end.


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We are not human beings having

spiritual experience.We are spiritual beings having ahuman experience.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


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We wont die secret deaths anymore.

Te world only spins forward.We will be citizens. Te time has come.

Bye now. You are fabulous creatures,

each and every one.

And I bless you: More Life.

Te Great Work Begins. ony Kushner, Angels in America


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