Hello, my dear!

Have a good evening !

Hugs & kisses

CALMNESS

I met God in the morning
    When my day was at its best,
And his presence came like sunrise
    Like a glory in my breast.

All day long the Presence lingered,
    All day long he stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness
    O’er a very troubled sea.

Other ships were blown and battered,
    Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them
    Brought to us a peace and rest.

Then I thought of other mornings,
    With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
    With the Presence left behind.

So I think I know the secret,
    Learned from many a troubled way:
You must seek him in the morning
    If you want him through the day!

RALPH S. CUSHMAN

Thank you my dear Muriel for your cooperation

CHRIS MORRIS

Hi Chris

CALMNESS IN OUR LIVES

I am passing this on to you because it definitely works, and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr Phil proclaimed, "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished."

So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, and a box of chocolates, and a half bottle of scotch.

You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now.
Pass this on to those whom you think might be in need of inner peace.

Thank You JOE TD, great friend

CHRIS MORRIS



Does this look calm to you?

Take 10 minutes and describe the calmness. And it should be calm writing, it should soothe a reader, make their heart slow down, make them breathe slower, not rev anyone up.

Ready? Get set. Go.

Chris Morris

Saudades

Saudades! Sim... talvez... e porque não?...
Se o nosso sonho foi tão alto e forte
Que bem pensara vê-lo até à morte
Deslumbrar-me de luz o coração!

Esquecer! Para quê?... Ah! como é vão!
Que tudo isso, Amor, nos não importe.
Se ele deixou beleza que conforte
Deve-nos ser sagrado como pão!

Quantas vezes, Amor, já te esqueci,
Para mais doidamente me lembrar,
Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!

E quem dera que fosse sempre assim:
Quanto menos quisesse recordar
Mais a saudade andasse presa a mim

FLORBELA ESPANCA

Não é certamente este o sentido do quadro mas em face das ideias que já trocámos quis publicá-lo.

Deixo para as poucas pessoas que me visitam o poema e as imagens e deixo para continuação de con-

versa o primeiro quadro que me deixa um pouco intrigado com as vendas nos olhos dos lobos.

Vou pensar.

CHRIS MORRIS