This was an e-mail sent to me. I'm definitely infected. What about you? ;-)

"
The Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly
contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by
hand, and even electronically.
This virus is called Weary Overload Recreational Killer (WORK).

These bears have more rhythm then some people I know. *lol* Enjoy!! If this doesn't make you smile, i don't know what will!

http://www.livescience.com/php/video/player.php?video_id=080402-bear-rub

This poem as most of the others i have posted was written about 10 years ago. My helpers have been pestering me to post 'Emissary' because they say it will help some others that may be going through that same thing now. I resisted because it is sad but as you all know energies can be very persistant. So here it is. I hope it helps who it is supposed to.

The pen does not end
where
this
begins
Thoughts do not end
in the ink
of the pen
Feeling does not end
in the movement
of the hand
This
being
does not end
on the paper
you read
You are not reading
a poem
contained
on paper
You are reading
a piece of me
that passed through
here

'Wait'
'Maybe Next Time'

Next time,
I may be a sliver of wood
in the breakfast table you eat on.

I may be a block of concrete
in the building you go to work at.

I may be a dandelion
you suffocate under your feet.

I may be any breeze
on any day.

I may be a thread of cotton
in the sheets you sleep on.

I may be the dog or cat
you put out of the room.

I loved when I lost
because I loved
what I lost

I loved most
what I hated
hated most
what I feared

I lost what I loved
because I feared
what I loved

I feared what I loved
because I knew
it'd be lost

I hated what I loved
because I'd allowed myself
to love it

I allowed myself to love
because I am not strong enough
not to