They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose.
When suddenly across the June
A wind with finger goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,—
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
— Emily Dickinson
Dear B_:
From far way, I bless you at your Huntington Beach home, in peace with the Lord.
I trust in today’s Mother’s Day, the endearment between you and the children, has never severed from the fond memory of hearth and home. As fairly promised, “seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty” be yours for evermore.
All the Best,
L'
— Elizabeth Akers,"Rock Me to Sleep, Mother", 3rd stanza
"Father of Life, fold in the everlasting arms of Thy love the torch-bearers of life—the mothers of the race. As they struggle up the steeps of motherhood, through its travail of mind, body and spirit, give them a clearer vision and a guiding wisdom; grant them the compensation of a love returned and understood, and the ultimate satisfaction of knowing that they have lifted those entrusted to their care up into helpful harmony with Thy kingdom.
Bestow an especial tenderness on those who, having borne no children, nevertheless exert the sweet ministries of motherhood over their home circle.
Comfort all lonely, unmothered hearts.
Grant the ever-steadying power of Thy support through the daily discouragements, the clash and readjustments of ideals, and the anguish of bereavement that come into all mothers' lives. Increase, we pray, their cheerful steadfastness, their wistful, selfless strength; and at the close of their day, may they enter into rest with faith undimmed, and unafraid."
Copyrighted 1911. Studio Press, Philadelphia, PA.
Dear S_:
Once it was belief the VPN is an unbreakable communication private network; it is not so as revealed in the technical journal I sent you. I thought this VPN article would tickle your brain cells. Besides, it added relevancy to our recent hands-on experiment with the pocket router.
As I mentioned in a previous email, the PR is good for an anchored environment (e.g., at home) where the needed accessories were organized, with easy to find and access dependable outlets. By contrast, the public outlets at the airport are used so much by many passengers, it was a hit-or-miss for a functional unit. I spent more time at the airport looking for dependable outlets to do the PR setup. And then once inside plane on the assigned premium seat (with limited space and location for the combined outlets for earphones, 60w, and 100-240w), although successful, I concluded it was not worth the hassle to do the PR thing on flights.
Did I tell you my floating hotel assigned each user’s mobile device a special code (as in room keys) to access its satellite Internet 24/7? It was secured and convenient when compared to the infancy period of the Internet when I cruised the Danube.
Yes, things are slowly back to normal. Surely, Keats seasons of time comes to mind frequently.
Salve atque Vale,
L’
Praise God to-day His choice hath been To clothe the lovely world in green, To-day when every grass-blade shows More finely than the opening rose: To-day when chestnut leaves half-spread Feed the starved soul with daily bread, When poplar-trees are emerald spears, And thorn-trees bring the happy tears. What other colours, rose or white, Should so support us, so delight? What blues or violets so brim o'er The cup of sweets to hold no more? Year after year when May comes in, To clothe the tender world in green, And set the fairy arches up In green, the colour of our hope, When every branch begins to blow Lightly as to an emerald snow, I praise God that He chose the green To wrap our lovely mother in. - Katharine Tynan Hinkson (1859-1931)
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