Mid January Gift

Well, I have to admit that here in Northern California days like this are not the norm.  Most usually we'd have rain and cooler temps.  But today was a perfect gift of a day, temps in the 60's, sunny, no breeze, it hardly gets any better this time of year.

So I gave myself the day.  My goal was to spend almost all day outside.  Started with a walk way down on the Independence Trail, to Rush Creek and beyond, maybe 3 or 4 miles.

We are greening up nicely now that the rainy season has started.

The flume at Rush Creek, normally you can walk down the ramps but they have it blocked off because they get tired of fishing fools out of the river, or what's left of them.

Standing on a cliff taking this shot, those who know me well can imagine my body language.

Coming back up, this time I leashed Bode up, he was thinking of leaping up to the top of the wooden sides on the flume walk, THAT would have been a disaster.

On the way home I glanced at Bode, his face was sporting at least four ticks, on the way home I picked them off him at stop lights and tossed them out the window, eeeeewwwww.

At home I gave the car a good bath, first time in a couple of months, pretty Ace.

And now it's sunset on the deck.

Long walk - Check
Wash car - Check
Large glass of, um, not wine on the deck - Check
All day outside - Check

May your day be filled with love and laughter.

Laughing...

Ever had one of those mornings?

Sweet sunrises and laughing so hard you can't stop, over cream cheese frosting and chocolate sauce?

What a way to start a day!

May your day be so blessed.

A sunset and studio fun...(As of 5:00 pm)

Oh, last night was just beautiful outside the treehouse.

And today is raining but we walked anyway, brave Dandy slogging along, ears down, looking sort of pissed and grumpy.  And Bode, laughing, charging through puddles and into any dirty, muddy patches he can find, a true working dog.

I'm starting some studio work again, got most of it cleaned up and have been wasting metal for a few days.  Sometimes I just have to sit down and tinker a bit, which means a pile of ruined sheet silver and a twisted pile of wire.  It's all reclaimable but costs money.  I could play with some copper but it doesn't feel the same.

Instead I'm going to do some resin work, this is a piece I made to donate to an art auction.  It's called "I've Been Everywhere", has maps on the front and the words to the Johnny Cash song on the back.  It might be posted here someplace but maybe not.

Here's my beginning pile of goodies.  I look for old books, this is a book of Poetry Erotica and who the hell knows just what they're saying.  It pains me to destroy books so I look for torn up, moldy, musty books, those almost ready for the trash, makes me feel a little better.

More later, got to run some errands....

I use Ice Resin, which is a product I learned about from Susan Lenart Kazmer, an incredible artist.  Find it by searching her name or objectsandelements.com.  I'm doing the preliminary pours for some jewelry and some sentimental ornaments I like to make.  I've copied some pics onto parchment paper, collected various things like plastic bags to protect the table, sponges, and the stir sticks and cups that come with the Ice Resin.

I've got a gram scale, helps to keep the proportions of the resin exactly equal.  You can also eyeball it.

There is a ton of info out there on Ice Resin so I'll keep it simple.  Mix it up, stir it for several minutes, let it sit for five minutes, pour.

I poured a couple of batches to check my ink for colorfastness, these will dry to tacky by tomorrow and then I'll be able to think about the next step.  This pic is sort of blurry, probably had my camera set on close up, oops.

Peace

Cool, clear water...

I've been feeling a little ragged around the edges.  Which usually means it's time to find some water.  I took the boys down to the Yuba River at Bridgeport.

It's a long way down.  I want to be right on that beach across the way, with a sleeping bag and a fire.

This is the path back up, I like up more than down.  I don't want to fall when I'm alone, no phone service here.

Bode is so glad someone turned the faucet on so he can wade along the path.

This is dry in the summer, I imagine there is a pool at the top.

This video gives you an idea of how noisy it is, it's so beautiful.

Water fascinates me.  It's essential to our bodies.  It soothes and lulls, the slap of water against the side of a boat is incredibly calming.  But it's terrible too, never safe, unceasing, able to move boulders, grind rock to sand, wear down walls of stone and smash unlucky boats into scrap.

Peaceful day to you and yours.

Hibernate?

My name is Suzanne and I'm an adrenaline junkie.

I think it's this time of the year.  There isn't always much sun and when it is sunny it's pretty cool, not much fun to sit out on the deck and soak it up.

All the fun things are over, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, my birthday, all done, drat.  I like having things to look forward to and when that fails I think this is a good time of year for long hours of lazy, how should I say this, interaction.  Cold days go with hot fires and the sweet rest and renewal of winter that leads to the fresh burst of spring energy and vitality.

I am heading out to the East coast in 12 days, leaving the boys with their beloved and very capable house sitter.  Until then I'm going to finish cleaning up my studio and start playing around with some new ideas.  I'll listen to lots of music and look for stars on cold nights and early mornings.  I'll dream a little.

And if all else fails I'll curl up on the couch with my big wool blanket, listen to some beautiful music, sip some tea, invite a dog onto my lap, open a good book and dream away by the fire.  (Sweet love....)

Peace

Pretty

I love this kid, she's got beauty and brains and she's not afraid to sidestep the perils of her age group.

Of course I love her mother too, good kids have to come from someplace, huh?

Peace

Deeply content

My heart is so deeply happy.  My finger are having a difficult time but that's the JD, it's funny.  I may be half gone with  drink and general exhaustion but my mind is sharp.  I've got Patty Griffin singing, a nice piece of carrot cake and one last glass with a couple of ice cubes left. The kitchen is clean, the house is set to right so tomorrow morning I get to wake up to the usual neat and tidy.

All my dreams for today came true.  I surrounded myself with people I love and who love me.  We ate, we drank, we talked and laughed and managed to find similarities in our differences.   What an great group of people, the conversations were all quite interesting - the man who makes cars go fast interacted with the man who spends his life convincing people to slow down, the artists looked for common ground and inspirational collaboration and everyone, young and old shared stories and chairs with humor and sweetness.

It's sad to send my friends and loved ones out into the cold night.  I wish I could keep them all with me but I know they have responsibilities of their own.

Thanks to you all, it couldn't have been a better day.

Good night, sleep well.

A day to look forward to....

Garlic, bell peppers, onions, jalapenos, cumin, oregano, black beans, mole sauce.....my house smells amazingly good.  I think it's going to taste as good as it smells too.  And if not, f**k it, I'll order some pizza.

The important thing is going to be the company anyway.  I'm so happy to have my friends and family coming to celebrate with me tomorrow.

It's my 54th birthday but that's just the smallest part of the things I want to celebrate.

It's a year of endings and beginnings.  This time last year I was sad and sick in both mind and body.  I had lost my joy and thought it was lost forever.

I remember that I went to a Blues concert that night and sat there and just loved every minute of that music.  I spent the next few months mostly by myself, walking and sitting by the fireplace, dogs in my lap.  I knew that I had to do something to save my life and that it wouldn't be easy.

The whole process was infinitely more painful that I could have ever imagined.  When I finally got back here in late July I began to write about what I was feeling.  It's all written down here.

I'm entering my sixth month of my new life.  Words fail me now.  They cannot begin to describe how incredibly happy I am.  That my life is filled with such a feeling of contentment, of light and loving, of laughter and peace.  I've begun to surround myself with people of such goodness that just knowing I get to see them makes my heart brighter and lighter. They fill that space that yearns for understanding, for compassion and for love.

Sometimes we talk about love, sometimes we talk about football, sometimes we don't talk at all. It's all the same to us, we know that the essential message is the same.  These are not traditional relationships, there is no ownership implied, no ties except for that deep need to connect, to be seen, to be appreciated as a fine human being.

Tomorrow I will stand surrounded by those I love.  I will hear their voices, their words and laughter.  I will see the light in their eyes.  I will feel their hugs and strong hands.  I will know that I am undeniably surrounded by people who love me and whom I love in return.  There is nothing left to ask for, it's enough.

A peaceful night to you.

Fun night!

I actually went to a bar.  And it was pretty cool.  It seems my friend R is a musician, a bass player to be exact, which is pretty cool because my son is also a bass player.

I kind of like getting dressed up and heading out into the night, might have to do that again.

And a random pic of my son I snitched from his social media site, love that boy!

Of course, it would have been more fun with my own dance partner but it's a start.

Today I'm going to be cooking madly for a gathering tomorrow at my house.  Family, friends old and new, it's going to be a blast!

Peace.

It's a great day!

The sun is shining for the fourth day and the air is cold and crisp.  I've been leaving the door open to clear out the house a little while I do some major dog hair eradication.

All is good. I'm happy and settled with my current friendships and am looking forward to finding someone special just for me.  My happiness seems to attract attention, it's like I'm sending out a beacon of light for someone to follow home.

I feel like Julia Roberts in the movie Runaway Bride.  She finally sits down and figures out just what kind of eggs she likes and what she really needs.  Well, I've always know what kind of eggs I like but there are a few things I've found out.

* I'd rather have Jack Daniels than wine or beer.
*I like country music, sprinkled liberally with Blues, Gospel, Reggae and Rock.
*I like men with facial hair.
*I like people that work with their hands.
*I like cooking for my friends, having a houseful of laughing, talking people is a great joy for me.
*I like people who are willing to accept me as I am.
*When I accept people as they are I learn so much more.
*I don't want dogs on my bed.
*I need to let people know how sensitive my heart really is.
*Anything can change from day to day.

More to come...

May your day be filled with love and laughter.

Stuck in my head

Sweet love, sweet love

Trapped in your love
I’ve opened up, unsure I can trust
My heart and I were buried in dust
Free me, free us

You’re all I need when I’m holding you tight
If you walk away I will suffer tonight

I found a man I can trust
And boy, I believe in us
I am terrified to love for the first time
Can you see that I’m bound in chains
I finally found my way
I am bound to you
I am bound to you

So much, so young
I’ve faced on my own
Walls I built up became my home
I’m strong and I’m sure there’s a fire in us
Sweet love, so pure

I catch my breath with just one beating heart
And I brace myself, please don’t tear this apart

I found a man I can trust
And boy, I believe in us

I am terrified to love for the first time
Can’t you see that I’m bound in chains
I finally found my way
I am bound to you
I am bound to

Suddenly the moment’s here
I embrace my fears
All that I have been carrying all these years
Do I risk it all
Come this far just to fall, fall

Oh, I can trust
And boy, I believe in us
I am terrified to love for the first time
Can you see that I’m bound in chains
And finally found my way
I am bound to you

I am,
Ooh, I am
I’m bound to you

(I loved the movie and this song is so beautiful it makes me cry.)

Peace

Me and Mine...

As always my life continues to take strange twists and turns. I'm learning to just roll along with them and see where they take me.  Nothing is an ending anymore, everything opens new doors, new emotions, new securities, new, new, new.  I think it's my attitude.  I find it easier to accept when something isn't working.  The people involved all seem to eager to do the right thing, probably because there is so much love and caring involved.

It's good.  I can't wait to see what each day brings.

I'm also really happy to have opportunities to explore love in it's different forms.  I believe that love has no bounds and no limits.  I believe that love expands to fill the spaces between us and in us.  I'm so grateful for the chance to love my people - my family, my friends, my adopted family members and my dogs.

They are all mine and I am theirs.

Final

It turned out great!  And has been delivered to the gallery.

Peace

More from the weekend...

I really like the Beachcomber in Fort Bragg.  It's practically right on the beach and this time we got a really great room upstairs with some fabulous views.

This is Friday, New Years Eve, low tide.  I did take my shoes off, walked on the beach, froze my toes, loved every minute of it.  This is pretty much our view of the beach.

Overnight the surf really kicked up and for the rest of the weekend we watched some huge ocean waves, with some whale sprays out in the deep.  It was magical all around.

This is from the right of the motel, out on the headland.

And a little inspiration for my jewelry designs.

What a great piece of equipment. I love the links.

Peaceful night to you and yours.

Vision Realized

From crude sketch:

To final prototype:

Detail:

I mostly love it.  The concept is excellent, the proportion and general design are good, the actual execution is decent.  It's a dream on the neck and the wow factor is pretty darned good.  But as a prototype it's got a few design challenges that need to be changed. It's sellable and wearable right now but the next pieces will be even better.

 The original was meant to have the three layers attached at the top.  That changed to securing the three layers by rivets and ended with the final of the three layers separated by sterling tube so they became very 3D.  However, because I changed design on the fly I had to work with relatively thin layers of metal.  Further designs like this will change to much heavier sheet, which will make the riveting easier and more stable.  I had to add some stabilizing pieces on a few pieces, the thin fine silver just wasn't up to the stress of the design.

But it's pretty sturdy right now, though the rivets tend to make the backs a little scratchy, which will be easier to deal with in future editions.

I like the direction this took me.  I've already got a ton of new ideas from it, which is a great thing.  

But for right now my feet are freezing so tomorrow morning I'll do the final finishing touches on this piece, clean up my studio and start again.

Peace

Work

Enough fun, back to work, which is fun too!  I'm a lucky woman.

Taking a break to let my finger stop bleeding, drove a nice piece of sharp 14 gauge into my index finger, drat!

This piece is changing.  While I was thinking about rivets I pulled out some tubing and then got an idea to set the pieces apart with tubing.  Like so:

And the view from the side.  I'm a little worried about the strength of the riveting but we'll see, won't we?

I would make the layers much heavier in future pieces, maybe use sterling instead of fine silver.

Here's one of the top pieces with gold applied and after I put a LOS patina on them.  Pretty.

Well, done bleeding, back to work!

Peace

New Year Recap

What an amazing year in every way.

 In 365 days I've recovered from a heart attack, mourned the death of a long and successful marriage, moved myself home to California, settled into a new life, made some new friends and missed many old ones, renewed my familial relationships, continued to work on my art and traveled a little.

I think the biggest changes have been within.  I've worked very hard at giving up controlling every situation.  I've started accepting my unique gifts. I've tried to find out what is really inside me.

It's certainly not been easy and it's certainly not over but I'm hoping that in the end I'll be a better person, a better friend, a better lover.

I'm really happy.  Sometimes I feel very settled, which is good.  Sometimes I feel really unsettled, which is also good.  To really experience life you've got to take both the easy and the hard.

This weekend I went to the coast and I had some great company.  Thanks D, this is for you...

Beautiful and stormy.

Peace to you and to those you love.

Sunset on a great day...

Need I say more?

Yes!

Possibilities...

One more full day until I leave for the coast.  I was hoping to detach myself from tentative ties here.  And yet carrying a slim hope that that beautiful stretch of beach with it's windswept trees might be a catalyst for something as beautiful and enduring.

I don't know, it could go either way.  I'm not in control anymore.  All I really know is that I cannot wait to walk along the strand, feet cold and sandy, smell the ocean air, hear the seabirds plaintive calls, feel the fog as it creeps in to blanket the cove.

The New Year has so many possibilities.

Peaceful dreams.

Project Part Three

Progressing...

The process here is called Keum-boo, the application of 24karat gold foil onto fine silver under high heat which causes the gold to actually bond with the silver.  Too little heat and time and the gold flakes off, too much and it absorbs completely into the silver and almost disappears.

Preparing the gold foil to apply to the fine silver.

The first piece on the open kiln, it's a good thing to do on a cold day.  This is an agate burnisher.  You can use a regular burnishing tool but the gold tends to bond to the metal when it gets hot.

The gold has been burnished down into the fine silver, you've got to carefully get into the whole design, any pieces left unattached will be brushed off.

A bunch of finished pieces.  This process anneals the fine silver and makes it very soft again so it either needs to be tumbled or work hardened.  I use a delrin hammer and bench block, they don't move the metal.

Cool huh?

This has been a wild day for weather, big winds, blue sky and then hail, snow flurries blowing sideways and finally back to a very cold (for California) clear day.

Two more days to the ocean.

Peace to you and yours

Back to the Project...

Well, the furnace has been out for two days so it's been less than fun to be downstairs in my studio.

However, things are better now and I've started up again with this project.  It's been refined, tumbled, lightly sanded with 3M Microfine, the holes are drilled and today I started to color up the various layers.  The bottom and biggest layer is just getting a LOS (liver of sulfur) bath to enhance the definition.  The copper layer I've torched a little to bring out some pretty copper colors.  The top layer is still to be worked on, those pieces will get 24 karat gold foil applied.

I got some nice color with the LOS, it's not consistent but sometimes surprising.

Some of the patina on the largest pieces will be rubbed off to allow the texture to show a little better.  I love the deep rich colors.

Enjoy

I am from...

I am from  Ho-Ho’s, Ding Dong’s and sliced cheese, from Chris Craft’s, Corvettes, 66 VW Buses and sleepy dog Ford trucks.

I am from orange and gold shag carpet, grapes made from resin and the smell of rum soaked homemade fruitcake.

I am from the smell of gun oil, 45’s in the desert shooting cans, grey pants with blue stripes, the creak of leather and the smell of simichrome polish on a shiny gold badge.  I am from drawers full of fabric, polyester pantsuits, velour evening dresses with deep v’d fronts and whipped cream hair piled high.

I am from the sticky pine tree sap stuck to the bottoms of my feet,  mock wars on the water with handfuls of slimy lake weed, the feel of well worn wooden oars in my hands, the blooming daffodils bent over under fresh snow and great fields of lupine with crackling, curling seed pods.

I am from tinsel on the Christmas tree in the living room with a plywood floor and four girl cousins, each more talented than me, from Dorothy and Hattie and DeWitt and Shirlee.  From the babies who are grown up and wandering their own roads.

I am from the stern Scots and the pour the booze down the sink Methodists. From never shave above your knees and matching dresses with white shoes on Easter day. I am from sporadic church visits and Daddy holding up three fingers during a hymn so I knew how many hallelujahs to sing.

I'm from orange groves and high mountain passes, from men and women who traveled across the water to fertile farmland and over the mountains to California’s sunny orchards, from nettles stinging, juice sticky on hands and pickles bubbling in crocks tended by loving hands.  I am heaping helpings of sauerkraut and helping grandma roll dough for pies.  And from sitting for hours in front of heaping helpings of sauerkraut growing cold.

From the salt flats of Bonneville, dust blowing and the sting of vodka poured over the tick stuck to my head,  the wonder of a newborn baby born while a country mourned the loss of a President and the Corvette in the snow on mountain roads.

I am from 35 years of photos marching in order in many, many albums, from the sepia toned great grandma to the digitally enhanced picture of the college graduate taken from a cell phone.

I am from a man who bossed convicts fighting forest fires who loved my grandma and who would sit and ruffle the ears of the big german shepard who loved only him. 

I am from mountains and music and loving so fiercely it hurts. 


(Try your own http://www.swva.net/fred1st/wif.htm)


4 days to the ocean!

Neither winning nor losing...

I consider this blog my personal place to explore.  Sometimes I'm exploring places, water, woods, travel.  Sometimes it's experiences, food and entertainment.  Often it's showing new jewelry pieces and techniques I'm working on.

And lately there's been a lot of personal exploration as I venture out into the world of new friends, perhaps new lovers.  Forgive me if things get a bit raw.  It seems I'm more intense than I thought.

I made a decision to change the way I live.  I now see no difference between what I write and what I say to those close to me.  I'm gradually beginning to merge my imagination with my real life.  In my imaginary life I speak truthfully and with feeling but in my real life I spoke the Dick and Jane version, it sucked.

I'm beginning to see that I need to tell people I love them when I do.  I want to be able to speak the passion that I think, to pull the beauty of my mental images into my daily speech.  I want to look directly at you and tell you that I value you, that you mean something to me, that I love you, that I SEE you and that I can feel the emotions you feel. Sometimes it hurts.

Will it make me eccentric?  Perhaps.  Will it mean I've lived a true life?  Yes.

Some days I'll be hurting and I'll post it here.  And some days I'll be dazzled by the beauty of the places and the people I've been privileged to know.  And some days I'm just going to be confused, because I don't have it figured out, but it's so wonderful to feel really intensely.  And the more I allow myself to feel the greater my abilities to feel are, my ability to sense emotions grows each day.

And now and then I feel like a failure, because in my humanity I am unable to be strong enough not to hurt another person.  If I'm lucky I'm able to ask forgiveness.

It makes every minute beautiful, every emotion valuable, every person important, every sunrise and sunset a gift.

That's peace.

Tides

The ocean is calling me home, five days to wait.

Failure

I tried to take the higher path and I failed miserably.

I'm going to miss those sunrises.

Dazed and Confused - A Personal Grinch Story

THINGS I KNOW FOR SURE:
Friends are good for the soul.
My vegetarian lasagna kicks ass.
My trifle makes grown men and woman moan with pleasure.
Jack Daniels is the best stuff ever made.
Drinking too much JD makes my head hurt.
I'll do it again sometime soon, maybe tomorrow.
My sister is hysterical (as in very funny).
It's better to be with friends and family on your first major holiday alone.
Loving someone who doesn't return the sentiment is really hard.
Hope is good.

THINGS THAT I FIND CONFUSING:
Men
The nature of love.
Men
The ability to love.
Men
Love in general.
Men

Life is way too complicated sometimes.  It's good but it's complicated. I've been guarding my heart my whole life. "I don't need anyone."  "I can do it myself."  "No one can hurt me." I've been fooling myself for a long time.  Change is painful, but it's good.  I don't know that for sure but I do know that there isn't any other path for me.

Walking through the fire, hopefully to something better.

Peace to you

Merry Christmas!

This is indeed a strange holiday for me.  Sometimes I will go into something thinking it will be one way and then it turns into something completely different.

I believe it's all a learning process, perhaps something I need to experience.  There are some things we are required to learn well before moving on.

From this recent bout of interesting I've learned a bit of humility, which is a pretty good lesson for someone with way too much pride.  I've learned you'll find friends in the most unlikely places.  I've learned that it's ok to ask for something and that sometimes you may get it.

I certainly know I will have many more things to learn in this lifetime.  However, one thing I've done throughout this experience is to approach the hard stuff with kindness and love.  I can't control what others think and feel except by how I accept those thoughts and feelings.  This time I think I did ok.

My reward may be a great and solid friendship that hopefully will bring joy to both of us.

For him and for me:

Peace to you on this Christmas night, peace in your life, in your country and in your world.

When the Muse is on vacation...

Sometimes the Muse is just gone and since I can't turn on creative I have to attempt to lure her back.  This is a sketch I made on the plane from Denver.  The plane turned into a carnival ride and I was trying to distract myself in any way.

It's rainy and nasty, first I'll take the boys out for a short walk (thank goodness for golf umbrellas) and then I'll head into my studio to see what happens.

I'll do some clean-up and stay focused and see what happens.  Pictures to follow...

Here's some of the process on this piece.  Sketch clarification:

And some beginning cuts of textured fine silver:

Refining the design:

I've added some of the copper and fine silver overlay.  The design has changed from loose attachments to what will probably be rivets.  And these wonderful organic fresh water pearls.

At least you get the general idea.  The whole thing is still very crude, the copper will all be textured and then I'll flame each piece to get some nice patina.  The larger pieces of fine silver will be patinated with liver of sulfur, the top strips will have 24 k gold foil applied, the whole piece will be deep and rich with texture and color.  The joining will depend on how it fits the neck, maybe forged bars, maybe rings, we'll see.

I like it so far, the ideas are starting to fire away, which means I've lured my Muse back to play.

Peace to you and those you love.

Addition Tuesday at 5pm:

Starting to file and refine the edges.

I like it a lot so far.  The central piece will be over three inches long so it's not for the meek, but when has my jewelry ever been for the meek?

Peace

Amazing Week

This has been an amazing week in more ways than one.  I met my family in Colorado for my daughter's graduation from college.  We had a great weekend eating, drinking, celebrating and generally enjoyed hanging out together.

The graduate, my stunning daughter.

And me in downtown Boulder, looking extremely happy for reasons that had nothing to do with the location.

And one of my all time favorite things, the flatirons of Boulder.  I admit it, I'm a mountain woman, through and through.

I flew home today, which is not one of my favorite things to begin with, made worse by storm fueled turbulence the whole trip.  And then I was surprised at baggage claim and wrapped up in a fabulous welcoming hug which made my world right again.

I'm looking forward to a very nice Holiday and wish the same to you and yours.

Milestone

My baby is graduating from college this week.  How did that happen?

My feminine little beauty, this might be her first year in school, close anyway.

At the beginning of her skating, she just got more beautiful and elegant as she matured.

High school graduation, she looks so joyful.  And soon I'll have photos of her college graduation, can't wait.

She's done a very fine job of growing up.  We're all very proud of her and know that she'll be a lovely and welcome addition to the grown-up world, whatever she decides to do.

Peace.

Ouch...once again

Well, chock up one more person who was not who they said they were.  Seems to be the story of my life right now.

I'm a bit battered and bruised but resilient as always.

But since this is my wishing place....please universe, send me a friend, a man who does not lie, who is not involved with something or someone, one who laughs and loves his job whatever that may be, a kind person, must like dogs, mountains and water, one who isn't obsessed with his physical perfection yet enjoys being active, tall is good, hopefully with some poetry in his soul.

Thanks.

Peace to you and yours.