Just Breathe 

It can be as simple as walking outside and seeing the ladder there, rungs stretching up into the tree.

Or my lapis lazuli earrings. Chatting about Afghan men tromping over and beyond blue boulders on their way to chip off a bit. Stones flying across the world. The ears that wear them today. Hearing only silence. 

Sailboats. Swimming. 

Arabella. My father’s trophy. The images side by side.

Young eyes entranced by your gifts. You called her gorgeous. And she is. I’ll tell her you said so, one day.

Weedy dragons. Witty children. Opals. 

Morning glory. 

Morning glories.

Water. Water. Lovely water. 

Me, living in the wild with two little boys. You, raising two girls way out in the bush.

Facing southwest.

Northeast.

Waving across an ocean.

Smiles about. Meeting those certain ones who turn your life upside down, right from the moment you meet, even if it takes awhile to catch on that, indeed, your life has turned upside down. 

Those same certain ones who then turn you right side up. 

Make us want to be better. 

We each had that; recognized kindred hearts-in-love; our damn good luck.

Our failures.

Love of the wild. The bush. Noise, lots of noise, but no electrical hums, no racing toward deadlines. Peace. Elusive peace.

Mothers the exact same age.

More smiles. A few laments about lonely beds. Feet padding down the hall. 

When the article came out last month stating we with European DNA are all descended from ancient Belgians, I laughed out loud — then cried. I wanted to share it with you, make you laugh.

Only silence rings.

…but.

I must admit, my friend, dear Badger, I’m glad you no longer have need of warm toast. Nothing in the world pains you, nothing is making you bleed.

…..

I’ve wished you the Happiest of Birthdays for years now. Today (it’s July 13th, now, in Australia), for this particular year, you’d be sent the requisite Beatles tune. The same farewell:

“Love to you and yours, and more to you.”

You are missed. 

When hummingbirds buzz by. When deer leap.

Kim Hunter Gamble / July 13, 1952 — February 19, 2016

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Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 10:46am

`

Anna...

I get tears...

Thanks...

`

I love humming bird.

Squirrels eat to milch?

no...too much bird seed.

Yes... We miss Genuine

Real People who are not

sold-out ` policy duh

WONKS and ` ugh strife

and run Real ` Humans

Away... Rest I Peace ...

`

I recall... I was Drafted...

Then, I signed up to do

a War ` R&R ' to Australia.

`

MEMORY...

The next day I

was Wounded in

Cambodia before

GI's were NOT to

Be in Cambodia.

`

After I was shot?

MOH - John BACA -

Flopped upon a Live

Grenade ( sigh ) O?

a VALOR MEDAL?

BLESS JOHN P. BACA...

`

i never even knew i

was wounded in 

Cambodia. I best

cease Commenting.

`

RIP 

Kim Hunter Gamble

` I

recall Amerasian 

from

Viet Nam

` Kim Doan '

who lost Heath,

Hope, Home, and

a Waynesboro, PA

Laundromat - ask?

FBI Agent ` Sonny?

` (sigh)'

it best to get off line

and hymn/human/hum 

` The Star Spangled?

Banner? Justice? huh?

`

Thanks...

Bless...*

Kim H.  Gamble

*

`cc`

offline 

is safer

`amen'

`cc`

`

Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on July 12, 2016 at 10:46am

yeah...  me too.

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 10:54am

`

me three...

I go off line...

it safer...

`

if we no

die from

heartbreak

we expand 

and  be more

alice and more

aye ` Expansive.

`

thanks for this

human spitted?

no. Spirited post.

`cc`

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 11:04am

 Gosh...

Deleters can

you say? 

`

Jose Ya's

no brave and 

sure enough Be

Ill` Cowardly

`

Amen

`cc`

so be it

Amen

`

cc`

Deleters seem 

pierced...

As in dead within...

`

OY-Vey so so ill!

`

No Ruin Self or Our?

Salon? and Our Nation?

WE sure do learn huh?

`cc`

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 11:14am

`
LOVE YOU DEAR Rita...
I LOVE ANNA. I GO
SPEAK WITH DEAR
ANNABELLA...
`
ANNABELLA SAY:
PA PA... I KNOW I
CAN'T HURT YA'S
FEELINGS... BUT I
WILL NEVER FOREVER
STOP TRYING - SHE
SAY ` WITH - SHY
BEATIFUL SMILE...
`
HOLY
SPIRIT
AYE
EVERLASTING
GOO GOOD
PURE WILL
`
`CC`
`
NO HAVE PANIC,
TERROR, OR UGH
DISPAIR EVER...
`CC`
`

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 11:44am

`
KEYS STINK?
KEYS STUCK...
InCAN"T ACESS
FRONT PAGE...
`
WHAT'S NEW?
HI RITA... I
LOVE SECRETS...
I DO A INNOCNT
PFFTE HUH IN YA
EAR AND BE JEST?
JUST LOVIN ` YOU'
AND I FLY AWAY &
BE SIMPLY LOVIN'
YOU... FOREVER...
`
cc`
`

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 11:47am

`
COMMENT WENT?
SURPRISE AYE!
GREAT AYE AH!
`
I THPOUGHT THE
COMMENT STINK.
IT WAS STUCJ.
`
NO IT WENT...
`cc`
`

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 12:15pm

`

asparagus?

i cook goo?

it stinks too.../

`

I borrow my Son's

Cell Phone and He

teach me to use a

cell phone - No Be

Shy... My estranged 

Wife is in the ` John 

Hopkin's Hospital.

`

I am past Grief...

It's beyond simple

words. I'll call soon.

` Tale Care '

&

Be Well 

&

Remember

We have thee

Moon in Common.

`

I left to purchase a

Jug of Commercial 

Mead - Honey Wine.

I sewage? huh? I swear?

Sometimes... But no imbibe

too many beers each day.

`

I sit in pickup and cops?

Ask me to clean out my

PU Cab -  I no tabasse?

huh ` no tease Rita?

`

Be well. no look like

red Lobster with skin

burn ion Ya's Behind?

`

forgive me 70X's 7-?

`

I no mean ill intent...

no skinny dip in the

local creek today ....

`

cc`

`

Comment by Anna Herrington on July 12, 2016 at 12:48pm

Hi guys - painting today.

Kim once mentioned he'd go out to Miles From Nowhere when he died, he thought it would be perfectly fitting. It just played on Pandora and I was reminded. 

I have no corner on knowing Kim deeply or his knowing me, but yet... but yet.

I will forever be so grateful for the versions of ourselves we shared over the years that felt as if some little corners of deep understanding arose between us. I'd never known anyone else who raised their children out in the middle of nowhere, who 'got' the beauty of life without electricity! anyone else who loved water the way I do, anyone who withered in the mainstream/out of the wild in a seemingly similar-yet-not way I do. And he shared so well, and his stories written sparkled, were spun so nicely.

He seemed to have this gift with so many here, here and there, for awhile.

It was a Time. A lovely, lovely time. Chatting in the background too, so many chats went 'poof' while remaining indelible.

Smile.

Otherwise, a bit wordless, have been for ages, now, online anyway.

Best to you all. Getting ready for company tomorrow, lots of good company this year. For some reason this is also the day I decide to re-paint the kitchen and living room.

Time management still somewhat an alien concept over here...

Big hugs!  : )

Comment by Arthur James on July 12, 2016 at 12:52pm

`
ANNA...
YA'A NOT SQUARE.
PLEASE PRAY RITA
DRIVES HER OLD
CLUNKARD STATION
WAGON INTO CLEAR
SPRING SOMEDAY?
`
I GET OFFLINE...
IT SAFER... HAVE
NICE MOON VIEW EVE.
`cc`
`
`~`
`

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