The Fields of Eden would like to take this time to offer deepest condolences to those who have lost loved ones, friends and family to the tragic and horrific events of Tuesday, September 11, 2001.

I hope you will consider donating blood (especially if you are type O or A, which are in dire need according to the American Red Cross), and if you can't, find a place where you can be useful - such as giving comfort to another in pain, whether it be physical or emotional pain.

I have no doubt in my mind that we will bring to justice those involved with this national tragedy. But at this point I urge everyone to find strength within themselves and the strength from others to hold their heads up high and hold dear in their hearts the memory of those we lost.

In the Washington D.C. area, please visit this listing of local blood drives. Here or elsewhere, visit the American Red Cross online, call 1-800-GIVE-LIFE (to donate blood), or 1-800-HELP-NOW (for monetary donations) - do whatever you can to make a difference in this time of need.

Take care,
littlewillow

Proposition

"Bring back that child," she said.
"Spare me the price of freedom."
"Cold is my baby's head,
blown by the wind of reason."
Even the rage behind, cries out to see...
we're still standing under the closing edge.
Pay for the crime of feeling
When all your pride is dead,
you must be scared instead.

A quiet word is my proposition
A promise made of a fierce day
A body bleeds for this coalition
Without surrender...if you stay.

"Show me my youth," she cried.
"Wasted for desolation."
Hold up the sacrifice,
pull down your institutions.
Resting while anger flies,
question's the same...
who's deciding?
After the clouds have lain,
shame on your generation.
When all your guilt lies dead,
you must be scared instead.

A quiet word is my proposition
A promise made of a fierce day
A body bleeds for this coalition
Without surrender...if you stay.

When all your pain lies dead,
you must be scared instead.

--- Duran Duran

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To Earthward

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

--- Robert Frost

I have decided as a webmaster to keep my site open, albeit with no major updates, so that those who find solace in reading my works at this difficult time may do so. I mean no disrespect to those lost or to those who are in mourning. It is my way of providing a safe haven of prose to those who are having a difficult time swallowing yesterday's events. I myself have been having problems dealing with the tragic events and wonder if I ever will be whole again. For now though, the third book of "Looking for Planet Earth" will be on indefinite hiatus until I find the right kind of inspiration to keep going.

click here to enter The Fields of Eden.

xoxo
littlewillow
09.12.01

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