I'm thinking of you all often out here in San Francisco.
I'm so moved by what you are going through (and where you're having to go through it). It's beautiful to hear that more loved ones can get across the Atlantic to be with you Dick. I wish I could as well. All our shared moments are dear to my heart - from potlucks at Meyer Lake to blazing bonfires at Walden, from magic circles at Hannukah to Christmas Carols at our house to sledding in the new year at your old house. These moments are some of the most special I'll ever have.
Dick, I'm so lucky to have grown up with your support and care - you are a uniquely caring, sensitive, intelligent, and creative person. Thank you for being a part of my life!
Below is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems. Perhaps it will resonate with you.
All my love,
Lisa
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfuall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness between two waves of the sea.
I'm thinking of you all often out here in San Francisco.
I'm so moved by what you are going through (and where you're having to go through it). It's beautiful to hear that more loved ones can get across the Atlantic to be with you Dick. I wish I could as well. All our shared moments are dear to my heart - from potlucks at Meyer Lake to blazing bonfires at Walden, from magic circles at Hannukah to Christmas Carols at our house to sledding in the new year at your old house. These moments are some of the most special I'll ever have.
Dick, I'm so lucky to have grown up with your support and care - you are a uniquely caring, sensitive, intelligent, and creative person. Thank you for being a part of my life!
Below is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems. Perhaps it will resonate with you.
All my love,
Lisa
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfuall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
between two waves of the sea.
-T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding.
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