26 November 2017

Notes - greater nature



         Afternoon. You had a lazy Sunday morning and were quite surprised by the many 'likes' and 'comments' on yesterday's Facebook page announcement on your fiftieth wedding anniversary. You are a little embarrassed that your 'thank you' was short and to the point though you did soften it with a yellow 'thumbs up' emoticon quickly followed with a 'red heart' emoticon. - Amorella

         1328 hours. The more words I say/write at such moments the more insincere I sound.

         You and Carol received a few 'red hearts' returns yourselves.- Amorella

         1332 hours. I can't remember the last time or if ever I have sent a red-heart emoticon. This brings up an old frustration with the English language, specifically the word, love.

         Ironic, that you can't go further, that is, your heart has a very limited vocabulary for a very limited audience. - Amorella

         Words are burying themselves so deep within that only a few select angels may hear them. Post. - Amorella

         1522 hours. This statement above I see as a metaphor. Select angels (uncapped) refers to very close friends who have already heard such words. Such close friends are angelic to me. Most everyone has had such a friend or two in life.

         Those who have heard those words already know who they are. This silence among such close friends is as the silence of holding one's hand while she or he or yourself if need be while on their deathbed. This is the unexpressed notion of the metaphor. You would like to hold her hand while on your deathbed. Nothing would be so comforting or satisfying in your heartansoulanmind. You need to broaden your spiritual horizon here. Those that close are friends already holding your heart's hand so to speak. You know this because it takes no thought to know whose hand you already hold. - Amorella

         1546 hours. Thank you for the comforting words, Amorella. Hand holding is good, heart holding is more peaceful. I don't know why I am in such a tune with greater nature today, but I am grateful.

         Post. - Amorella

25 November 2017

Notes - 50



Saturday night.

         It's official. Fifty years ago this Saturday night Carol and I were married in Alexandria, Virginia. Monday, Carol was back taking class at Otterbein College and I was teaching freshman and junior English classes at Whitehall-Yearling High School on the east side of Columbus. We were living in a one bedroom apartment above a restaurant on the corner of West College and State in Westerville, Ohio. Today, the apartment is still there but instead of a local restaurant below there is a Graeter's. Across the street was and still is Schneider's Bakery. We are still who we were then, together. 


         Selected and edited from your Facebook page a few minutes ago. Post. - Amorella