Bits and pieces
~♦~ I go out ~♦~ ~♦~ I come in ~♦~ It’s everywhere, all around are bits and pieces; those innocuous red Lanterns found on walks, and white bows from a funeral basket bring flashes. Here I can’t escape them. Every room holds more reminders of my time with Tim. I never did make it to the bedroom … tomorrow is another day. It’s not that … Continue reading Bits and pieces
Words upon words
Walking through silence; images flashed. Through unlit halls of learning and illusion. Dark clouds cross the visions. A wake of crows drive sparrow over the tree canopy; and the quiet moon descends. Dancing round in coals, poker hot, a flush of steam rises to the surface. Words upon words. In separate domains the cascading individuality wrenched from … Continue reading Words upon words
The Lady of the Cellar | Conclusion
In that tired myth of vision and circumspect we strive to create our Noble Lie; In the blanket of time we are its prisoners. This was a time of long, billowy sheer curtains, orange rag walls, and a trio of pianos. It was a time of wine, symphony’s and lying on matching floral pattern love-seats whilst listening to “Monday Night Playhouse” on CBC Radio. We … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Conclusion
Freeing my ego from my soul
Riddle me this, why if I can just cut and paste a quote into a wordpress.com post, don’t I? Why do I feel the need to jot down the quote first in my new journal, THAN cut and paste the quote into a new post? My feelings are actually caught between excitement at the blawdy fantastic journal I bought at the liquidation world for $4 … Continue reading Freeing my ego from my soul
Zith and serpents of the garden
Being locked in a room with a snake would qualify as my worst fear. My phobia of the wee serpents stems back to my Dad. He hates snakes. We once watched him chase one around the backyard with a lawnmower. My Dads fear of them stems back to his childhood in Eastern North Carolina where a healthy respect for snakes would be an asset. One … Continue reading Zith and serpents of the garden
The Lady of the Cellar | Part Two
“You know, Uncle, I’ve lost whole parts of myself since we are traveling together. Layers & layers of “ME” gone. Peeled away, discarded, surplus to requirements. Is that what travelling does? Brings us back to what we truly are?” [“THE ROM: WALKING IN THE PATHS OF THE GYPSIES” ROGER MOREAU] As you pause a memory filters through. As if they reside in subconscious breaking through … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Part Two
I am a broken piano bench
I am hiding something in the cellar. A bench a piano bench. I am broken. In a night full of shame; after I left. THREE TIMES. I tried to walk away. couldn’t this time. WHY? Now I am alone with the truth. Continue reading I am a broken piano bench
I walk away
it’s what I do. I take my mop, my dreams, and I turn away. Sometime between somewhere amongst the trees I lost my way. Continue reading I walk away
The Lady of the Cellar | Part One
“Only when the heart is still is the journey over… and even then …there are rivers to cross.” Charles DeLint, from ‘Spiritwalk’ Of muddled myths, Helium Spheres, broken friendships and unconquered dreams, define this time. The time that had passed, I look back today and see the rocky waves of emotions, smashed dreams, and broken hearts. This time that had passed became a sort of … Continue reading The Lady of the Cellar | Part One
The spirits are talking silliness thru the wires
According to Jung, at around the age of six or seven we separate and then hide away the parts of ourselves that don’t seem acceptable, that don’t fit in the world around us. [first line from ‘Spirits in the Wires’, by Charles DeLint] I carry a wisp of that little girl still inside. I remember I was not feeling well that day, it was late … Continue reading The spirits are talking silliness thru the wires
Dear Diary … October 8th, 1986
Dear Diary I know this isn’t a good way to start a new Diary, but I had an awful day. And so began my old Journal from the period Oct.8.1986 – Oct.23.1993. In ’86 I was at BealArt. I was trying to be “all that, and a bag a chips”. ;-) This journal is full of all the loves found, lost, picked up and scattered … Continue reading Dear Diary … October 8th, 1986
Pinnacle of prompts and Yoda speaks
“DO, OR DO NOT, THERE IS NO TRY” [spoken by Yoda, Star Wars Trilogy] That is my “go to” quote, as it has always inspired me. There is truth in the message it whispers, of resolution, but also in its acknowledgment of self. It is establishing boundaries, of self, and of going with your gut. I never make resolutions for that reason alone. I do … Continue reading Pinnacle of prompts and Yoda speaks
Lost in Helium Spheres | Conclusion
When Paul had his first breakdown it started to crumble an already weakened foundation, and in time the four became three, then just two, and today our worlds are completely separate. There was a time though when that was not so. There was a time when the circle was complete and all four musketeers were harmonizing to The Nylons or dancing the Tango in shadow … Continue reading Lost in Helium Spheres | Conclusion
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