tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14404262.post6723580043083891963..comments2024-03-28T12:35:42.918-07:00Comments on The Forty-Five: Quietly DisappearingToirdhealbheach Beucailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14872794169534403463noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14404262.post-83245485397293183052015-06-27T06:31:13.761-07:002015-06-27T06:31:13.761-07:00Thank you, John. You will perhaps find this oddly...Thank you, John. You will perhaps find this oddly remarkable, but I taking a slow think this morning about where the direction would be from here and my first thought was "I wonder what John would do next." Your work with your garden is inspiring and (I think represents very well this concept I am trying to think of.<br /><br />The only thing I might counsel - and I think you and I are prone to this - is not to use fading away as a reason to totally disengage from life. That is where Yn Moddey Doo, the Black Dog, makes its place - at least in my own life. I need to find a way to stay engaged while fading, which I suspect is a bit of a trick.Toirdhealbheach Beucailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14872794169534403463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14404262.post-17815873889326027372015-06-27T01:01:55.280-07:002015-06-27T01:01:55.280-07:00The time to be 'going grey' is upon myself...The time to be 'going grey' is upon myself TB, only I couldn't figure out the change or but the almost graspable feeling into focus or words for that matter....you have clarified the thoughts whirling through my mind, thank you my man.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13845113520987402425noreply@blogger.com