It is with deep regret that I to have to announce the sudden passing of my father Paul Lenzi. He was the cornerstone of our family and will be missed dearly.
He began this blog as a creative outlet and as a way of sharing his poetry. He never imagined it would develop such a large following, and the overwhelming support he received from this community touched him deeply. On behalf of our entire family, thank you.
We are proud of the legacy of words he left behind.
It is July 4th today. Well, it’s almost over. It was July 4th today. And in honour of the day, for the sake of my American husband, I ate a brownie earlier. Being the natural health girl I am, it was a gluten, dairy and sugar free brownie. And by jove, if it was not delicious. Yep. Not delicious. BUT, after I had lathered it in maple syrup and fresh cream, it was heavenly. While downing it with a delicious coffee. Also filled with cream.
His breathing, stopped, he found it. Four dimensionally, he opened it.
Its fragility stunned his eyes with convoluted memory tears, while his new inhalations syphoned the colours from the pages – colours that would help him navigate the convolutions –
that’s when he noticed some words were underlined.She had underlined them! But the ones left untouched – he smiled – they were the portal.
Erroneous Choices nominated me a little while ago for a Recognition award, and I completely missed it. I’m sorry dear friend. I’m so on another planet right now. And I’m constantly amazed by, and grateful for your recognition. Thank you!
She hadn’t heard the song in a very long time.
Nor the memories.
They had been wrapped. Sound proof-ed-ly. He had helped her, while they had sat on her empty floor, lit by a perpetually coloured dusk light through her only circular window (or maybe it was the wine they shared. Its name was her favourite poem about life at the time, something that would make her cringe now the wrapping was peeling back…
That was it.
She did cringe – what a horrible poet she must have been!)
And now, astonished at this unwrapped dust falling through her fingers, she blew it away gently, and bought a bottle of wine.
And replayed the song.
We had the chance to see this extraordinary film today – the Song Keepers.
So gorgeously produced, it covers the story behind the rising fame of aboriginal choirs from Central Australia, continuing a legacy that was started by German Lutheran missionaries in the 1870s.
So here’s a thing, our lives have taken an interesting turn because of a cancer scare for my husband. He has had pancreatitis for years, and we were told a long time ago, he most likely will be a candidate for cancer at some point. Now he has growths in his pancreas. One is not currently cancerous, we are hopefully finding out more soon about the other one. We are remaining optimistic at this point. But they are large growths and one of them is in an inconvenient place and we will still have to make decisions on what to do about them.
I watched the news on tv tonight, which I haven’t done in a while, and every time I watch or read the news, it reminds me why I don’t watch or read the news. (And that it’s getting harder to get up off the floor from the fetal position…)
And as much as the internet frustrates me at times, I would like to thank it for this friendly reminder today. And being the responsible citizen I am, I thought I’d remind you too. I’m kind of hoping this is the solution we keep overlooking.