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Jimmy has been my friend for over two and a half years.  We are frequent companions and enjoy good conversation, mutual affection, Thai cuisine, and occasional generous laughter together.  In September I accompanied him to Boston to meet his long time friends who live there.  He has been a special help to me in the loneliness of my husband’s loss.  He has been understanding and is always near if I need to talk or even shed a few tears.

He has dedicated his work as a scientist to the study of light, vision and color and continues to share his work in journal articles.

His favorite sport is watching trains.

Jimmy and his long-time friend Theanchai at the Old North Church Courtyard

His second favorite sport is trail walking.  We did some of that together this weekend and I captured a couple of I-phone photos of our time together, first at our local Panera, then out on the trail….

Jimmy walked a longer section of the trail while I doubled back to Livingston Road and took the car to meet him at a trail entrance on Bumpy Oak Road….it was a beautiful sunny day!

I dedicate this posting to Jimmy!

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Joan of Arc

I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.--

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November 2012



On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory