I’m having a weird day. This image popped up in my Facebook feed last night. It’s not what created the weirdness, but definitely what took me from Guate-mala to Guate-peor. The work is by Norman Rockwell, and titled “The Young Lady With A Shiner”. She sold at Heritage Auctions today, November 8th, 2018. The first…
We decided to walk. It wasn’t far. I attempted conversation. My efforts were not matched. We walked in silence. The sun shone, warmth on my skin. Softened by the breeze. A perfect day. Silence, but for the leaves. I removed my glasses. From realism to impressionism in a breath. Royal Poinciana, baby mangoes and palms….
What we love with passion undoes us. This is known. So in choosing love we accept death. Embrace it. Know that it comes regardless. Some claim to love life, yet simply fear death. The inevitable. They straddle the sidelines. Forever safe. From a comfortable distance. And they live. They exist. But what life is…
I went to speak with her last night. A perfect night. A warm and windy night. I approached the steps of her home. There she moved, in front of me. Divine. Glorious. Dancing. Naked and wild under the new moon. I smiled. She noticed. I approached lovingly. Respectfully. She tickled my feet with cool fingers….
There I sat. Back erect, verbalizing the sounds. Wondering if the ecstasy would return. …so long ago and far away… Slowly slipping into the familiar pattern. Falling into the rhythm, of each syllable. The recognizable cadence of an old friend. Working my way up. Grounding, releasing, willing. Loving, speaking, visualizing. Ethereal realms abound. Effortless and…
A lack of vision. Moved to silence by my eyes. Engulfed in the raucous visual. External images, human interaction, social activity… A buzz in my head. White noise. Detached from the me, the I Am. Split in two. Longing. A quiet craving, it comes. Eyes wide shut look within; and follow the silver tether home….
When I was a girl, I knew an old woman. She had a magic. A way of knowing. The strength of a person’s will. She was quiet. She watched. She listened. She smiled. Privately, she would give me summation. Weak willed. Strong willed. Willful. With or without will power. I would like to say she…
On this day I was given a gift. A gift born of love. Unwrapped and crying. The color of peaches and cream. Twenty four inches long. Alive. Today, you stand tall. A man. Proud, handsome, and strong. Kind, loving, and full of laughter. Full of life. My darling, my Angel, my sunshine-y boy. You have…
I watched as a lion strode down the path. He carried on top of him a black panther. Attached, they were, fused together, belly to back. The panther’s atrophied legs flopped about. I was not frightened, only horrified. Eight years, I was told. For eight years they had been bound together. …………………….. I am the…
A gentle fawn entered the room as I lay sleeping. Surprised and delighted, I watched her walk to my side of the bed. I lifted myself to meet the creature face to face. She dropped her head and nuzzled into my neck, allowing me to pet her. Carefully, she climbed into the bed beside me….