Louise, thank you for my morning laugh before work!!! I thought, "why is she calling herself vulgar???" Then I remembered

Everyone, have a FROGTABULOUS day!!

love~light~

m7

hey everyone! i on here now, but this will be my last time till about july...sorry.... i amm going to arkansas with my mom and sister. so neither will my mom...well, actually, she might be on here some more, but i doubt it... anyway, just wantedto say bye! i MIGHT be able to get on while i in arkansas, but only mabey a 20% chance of that... well.....bye! luv yal! i gonna miss u 4 the next 2 or 3 weeks!!!

with love and hope,

lex (AKA wildhair's daughter)

with an EXTRA !!!!!!!

Good morning friends in the Garden of love and the Frog Pond, friends all. Today we have rain in Boston, coffee is hot and black, and the sound of "Beat LA" can be heard throughout the city. 21 years since we were last in the "BIG" game! As a young kid we found a broken door on the roof of the "old Boston Garden." Sneaking in sitting so high up at the back, we could not see the player's faces, who cared, we were there. June 5^th starts the run for the "17^th" championship; June 5^th is the date we lost Bobby Kennedy! Watching Senator's Obama/Clinton, wondered what might Bobby be thinking about, wonder. Thinking he has a great Irish smile, might be that little impish one my little brother had. For me this is not about Blue or Red states, it's about a great country, great people. Bobby would be proud that we have come so far.

Not being around the past days/week, some e-mails asking why, PM's, messages in the Garden/Frog Pond. Out of town, travel, running away! Last week I was asked to speak with a group of Dr's. My friend a Dr, professor, teacher, wanted them knowing what a patient feels, thinks, hurts. He asked that I talk about my hospital stay so many years ago, the day I got "Last Rights" on my way into the operation. The Cancer worry, sitting under a TREE. At first I said no, no, no! Then I found myself out of town, sitting in a hotel, and thinking! As I went through "my story" about the operation seeing Angels, days in a hospital bed, I was asked by a so very young to be DR, "what about the TREE and Cancer?" Looking over at my friend, "for that one I have to take my jacket off." Going through the story being careful, I heard, "tell them as you told me Michael" (that form my not such good friend anymore). Not knowing I looked down a tear came to my eye, another voice, "what are you worried about!" That from a person sitting in the front row, white lab coat, "I'm not worried about anything, I'm Irish!"

So, my "story" was told about sitting under a TREE in CT, alone. Wondering if I was about to lose the fight, looking back up to the window, alone. Getting to the part of "no clothes" did bring out a laugh and a few smiles (not me).

Many questions, not about Cancer! At first I was trying to be funny, they were having none of that. I asked a young woman sitting in the front row, the "what are you worried about" woman. "What would you do if the man in your life told you he was worried about dying, leaving you and the children, alone, what would you do?" She did as I did looked down a tear in her eye, stood up turned looking towards the back of the room, "I love you I will always be there for you, you are always there for me." Her boy friend sitting in the back row walked down as if they were alone in the room. Not a sound, no movement, as he moved over to wipe the tear away. "I will never leave you no matter what." Her words to her love, the words I wanted/needed so very much, sitting under that THREE in CT.

For me, that was the end, the place to stop, be still. Not a sound in the room.

Standing there watching, thinking, wondering, might a "Mother's Day" card bring hurt into their lives. Will he be sitting under a tree, alone? Might he have dreams at 3:00 am walking out side onto the wet grass, looking-seeking, wondering why?

"You take great care of this lady; you have something special, someone very special." That as I was leaving to a very lucky guy.

The past weeks and days have been a time of wonderment, dreams, and a few bottles of Merlot. Flying home sitting alone reading, a change in NY onto Boston. What was I thinking! Getting off the plane looking for a car rental, driving through NY up to CT. So early morning so very dark. Italian shoes, walking over to a TREE, sitting on the wet ground, this time dressed, would the pain go away, some things don't change, tears. What was I thinking, what was I doing!

A bit of a walk back to the car, wet, two hour drive up to Boston, stopping at a truck stop. "Tuff night?" I was asked by a trucker, "you have no idea!" I joined him for a cup of coffee, he was having his meal. We spoke about the price of gas, his being away from home, his wife and kids. Telling him about the TREE, getting off the plane in NY, rental car, drive up to CT, sitting under a TREE. "I thought you had a bad drinking night!" As we walked outside towards his truck, shiny, clean, a proud truck driver, a proud husband and farther. Reaching into my pocket I took out a 20$ bill. "You bought my coffee, buy your wife a Mother's Day card." He smiled; we shook hands, wished each other luck, as I turned towards my rental, "hey, get out of those wet clothes when you get home not under a TREE!"

Smiles and waves, thoughts, wonderment.

Thanks for the nice words they have great meaning for me and my broken heart.

Michael

Good to 'see' you again, Michael. You have been in our thoughts.

Glad your back, Michael.

We missed you.

(((((HUGS)))))

My Dear Michael,

Truly wish I were physically close enough to you to wrap loving granny arms around you, to hold you close and whisper that GODs love holds you in a very special place. Also those of us in the garden, the pond ,etc., love you unconditionally..Know that you are never alone

Blessed Be Dear Michael

May you walk and wake in PEACE

Louise

It's great to have our Irish Prince back in the Pond!

Karen - free2bfree

Mornin' everybody......yaaaaaaawwwwwnnnnnnn

Michael...so very, very good to see you here!

big smooches!

sk/skay/skasy

mine too jesus4me

Zulu bear I saw picture of dear Truthtell on his website !!

Dear Michael

Your 'story' of your 'story' of the 'story' caused internal goosebumps.

Thankyou for sharing, such deep loving kindness.

Iam printing it as an offering to anyone in my path who can benefit from such transparent honesty.

BLAMO

All the little froggies of the pond singing " Michael rowed the boat ashore, Hallelujah!! We're singing and doing the hoppy dance. May a smile be your umbrella on this rainy day in Boston.....We are hippy, hoppy, happy to " see " you. Shall we back stroke to the willow tree for some french flies & Merlot.......

Joyous Love, everyone

Louise

Michael! You absolutely blow me away! You related to James Joyce? HappyCrone

Nobody puts Baby in the corner!!!!!