You were one of my firsts. Clicked LIKE and sparks flew through miles of fiber optic wire across swamp and desert
A cry for kindred souls
Voices in the still silent night
Loneliness, confusion, loss were in your orbit, but you, your core, is solid shining spirit
Angel with wings folded, arms open, walking among the rocks, sand, dirt, cacti
Toward your followers
You offer moonscape, landscape, songs, beauty
Your journey is one we all know but is still your own to own
Walking in your shadow, two steps behind, I reach out and touch the glow that surrounds you
My fingers stroke a gentle tuft of feathers
Marie A Bailey
Writer, blogger, knitter, cat lover, and introvert.
Jim was one of my first supporters here; and it’s something I never forget. With the time zone difference, on nights that were difficult, it was comforting to know someone around the world was there to say hi. This is a beautiful tribute! Blessings on your day friend.
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Thank you so much. And through Jim I met wonderful writers such as yourself :). Namaste. ~Marie
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“A cry for kindred souls” my favorite line 🙂
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Thank you … I do think that’s why a lot of us are here, in this vast blogging universe 🙂
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namaste. You Marie, are part of a large and beautiful fabric that is this web community, as important as family, to some of us during certain times. I will never forget your near surgical timing in certain supportive comments, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude
thank you again, •·-·ɱ̉åɼîę·-·•
Your friend Jim
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May our fabric always stay woven. ~tripping over myself smiling~
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Amen. It’s a never ending fabric too, a thought that resonates now for some reason. This weaving breaks down many borders. gender, race, death.
creation, a poem, a smile– participates in the creative life force, creating the quilt, that blankets us.
There’s a nice thought. Bless you Marie.
Jim
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̋̌Fabric………..*↨∞↨*
never ending,
never breaking.
Weaving breaks
many borders
of gender, race,
death. Creation,
of a poem, a smile–
participates in the creative life force
creating the quilt
that blankets us.
gratefully, to you •·-·ɱ̉åɼîę·-·•
Jim
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Ah, thank you for turning your previous comment into a poem. Beautiful, as always.
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Thank you for the new signature: •·-·ɱ̉åɼîę·-·•
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you are very welcome Marie. Large sentiments fit into little things. Enjoy.
Jim
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