Icarus, Compassion and Forgiveness. [ thepersianflaw.wordpress.com ] ICARUS Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus tried his wings first, but before taking off from the island, warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, but to follow his path of flight. Overcome by the giddiness that … Continue reading Icarus, Compassion and Forgiveness
from The Red Duo-Tang ~Friday June 27th, 1975: *Really enjoyed the trip to Midland, she was really good. L (lil sis) bothered her a lot. Very interested in Huron Village. Enjoyed staying in the Motel. – got a lot out of Nancy Island. Asked a lot of questions. *Little nervous at the Scenic Caves. Can’t say as I blame her…I was too. Got a beaded … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge | Student, Teacher
Outside my window here in the village, the rain is falling in large drops, and the sounds of thunder I can hear in the distance. Storm rolling in I guess. Dark blue grey sky’s are illuminated by these bright glowing clouds that are reflected in the wet pavement next door in the parking lot. As the rain begins to pelt the window, I look around … Continue reading Lessons of Grey
When I first met Tim his life was about drugs, music, late nights and alcohol – and it was that life that ultimately killed him. I’d always been attracted to the music scene, and still love the energy of live music. Thus it was that I became entangled in the life he led. Yet, in time I realized that Tim’s life was not out front, but rather out … Continue reading Confessions Of A Caregiver
Creating does not happen devoid of experience, as experience often becomes that which moves the soul. It is a complexity of situations and deep emotional responses, born from events of which only a few of our own design, or desire. These elements work in concert with one another. They mesh, and meld, and circle around and spiral forth, divining which ever instrument we chose, or that … Continue reading The Act of Creation
Bit by bit, life erodes these ideas one has. Dreams, goals, aspirations, all grand schemes are subject to moderation, and the changing climate of life. Today as the weather outside dips, and moisture freezes on the window panes, I find myself with little to say. I awake, and drink my coffee, smoke my cigs and go about the morning routine that has defined me these … Continue reading An Ode to Lost Things
In my last post I mentioned following my wyrd. I want to expand on that, as it’s a concept I’ve bounced around with often in the past. It’s a paraphrasing of a quote I ran into…years ago “follow your weird, ladies and gentlemen, forget trying to pass for normal“. Does anyone know what that’s from? I had a hard time finding really a good reference … Continue reading This is Wyrd, or am I Weird?
So there was poor Fred, all hunched over in the middle of my Sisters van. He’s not very happy right now. Like, at all. Dry as a bone too…my sister doesn’t, ahem, have a green thumb. Not black, just…not green. She had picked me up earlier in the day, her and the girls (my nieces). We went out to lunch, just the 4 of us…I … Continue reading Moving Fred To His New Home
How is the weather in PaulaB-land you may ask…and the answer this morning would be…delightful & snowy. Yes, we have crossed the threshold into winter, and the land is covered in a blanket of white. Cars slip and slide around the parking lots, and everywhere you can hear the ‘squeeeeesssshhh’ of tires on slick & slushy roads. My happiness felt so spontaneous and pure. I … Continue reading The Whether Station: a redux
A year ago today, I wrote this – One by One [published: Oct. 31, 2012] I had been blogging 5 days. It was just me and Irish, alone at the Lake, in our little cottage. I was experiencing a profound grief. Tim’s death had been so much different than hers. So many different emotions, experiences, thoughts, and the circumstances. The grief was even different. Tim … Continue reading One by One: a year later
I’d come home from high school, and I’d often walk in to Motown blaring in the basement, and there she’d be, dancing away. Often doing the Mash Potatoe, or some other complicated thing I could never really master. My gawd, could that woman kick it. Tomorrow is the anniversary of her death. All Hallows Eve, when the veil thins, is a time of year that … Continue reading My Momma Liked To Dance
I can’t describe the feeling, because it is so new. It has manifested out of the selfish acts of men, and silly notions. I am not fit for consumption, by men. They may fawn and fiddle and display their desire, I see through that gauzy veneer. I WILL NOT…I say… loud enough so only I can hear. I struggle with the words, the feelings, the … Continue reading On Flying Solo
Ever Wish You Could Unknow Someone? I have. Not many mind you. Two actually, and one who just recently turned up. Previous to these two, I’d have to say this was a rather foreign concept. What I guess makes these two stand out, is perhaps not just what they did, but also what I became in their presence. More than that, is that awful feeling … Continue reading Ever Wish You Could Unknow Someone?
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