This is what I was yammering about a week or so ago. The definition of internet friend. I needed help and VP was there for me. We provide for and are served by this internet support system. These friendships are real. We feel each others pains and celebrate each others joys. I am blessed to have each of you in my life. And then Cinj does something sweet, like this.
This is the poem VP suggested to honor the gardener we lost last week. Thank you my internet friend.
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch,
These are the measures destined for her soul.
Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning, 1915