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As I continue to invade the U-verse of blogs, I introduce: [what is left is right], a journey   of discovery dedicated solely to all of the goodness that personally shapes and defines the myopic world I happily embrace. 

Aaaaand, Before I continue to launch a barrage of 'norm de plume', allow me to give credit where credit is due.



'Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom is no fickleness, neither shadow of turning.' James 1:17

As I hit the pavement and get ready to spew out some more words, I thank enlightened thinkers such as Kahlil Gibran, that have explored the beauty of the following concept: joy and sorrow.  I have read these words in many different ways, but I found his approach the most affable to my spirit.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. 

      When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. 

      Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." 

       But I say unto you, they are inseparable. 

In a nut shell: thanks to those bad/ugly days; the good days taste sweeter.  I learned to celebrate the small victories early in life; thanks to sorrow and even joy.


Along the way, I collided with my joy and my soul, Tony.  He has made complete the most important canvas of our lives sharing in faith, love and family.  This journey begins with him and for that reason, I came to revisit the poetry of my preeminent companion of 20th Century Poetry, E.E. Cummings. Side bar: although Cummings paid exacting attention to typography,  his name is written and printed with the usual capital letters in their usual places: "E. E. Cummings.''


I pay homage to Cummings for his timeless poetry and to my husband for his steadfast commitment to our love, life and family.  [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] 
By E.E.Cummings 1894 -1962

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” Copyright 1952, © 1980, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust, from Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.

Source: Complete Poems: 1904-1962 (Liveright Publishing Corporation, 1991)  

As for me,  what is left, is right!

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