“And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say “Brandy, fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”
“Brandy” by Looking Glass
Photo is of the adorable Millie Mie – find her at https://www.facebook.com/ms.milliemie
Few things am I aware of
But this much I know is true.
That when I am with you
Mystical things begin to happen
The world with all its fervor and energy
Slows it pace considerably
And TIME as an essence
Begins to unfold itself
As the suppleness
That is your skin
Waxes back and forth
Across my body
Even as your name
From the canyons
Of my heart
Such as it is at times
When East meets West
And find in their polarities
A gathering place
For fruitful labors
Poem taken from my book “Reflections of A Forgotten Mistress” Available at Amazon.com. Picture taken by me in Columbia, PA 2015
Cleaning out the downstairs closet the other day produced some surprising results….
Eighteen sharpies when I had thought I had but one.
Twelve paintbrushes to combat the childrens’ arguments that we never have enough.
An entire host of previously lost crayons to help color our creative world.
Old crackers and dog treats that the puppy readily unearthed and swallowed whole.
And a tiny folded paper that was part of the written evidence of my daughter’s memorial, which was a long ago event that still pops up with startling regularity in my heart. Even though today it has been four years since her demise. Even though her voice, which used to sing through the household, and bellow through my grieving thoughts has lately taken on a quieter disposition.
The sorrow however,remains steadfast; some days it is so glaringly vocal, it makes my heart faint; other days it is much more subtle, seemingly squirreled away into the backs of closets, behind the boxes of crayons, the scattering of sharpies, the dozen paintbrushes, lying innocently beside the leftover crackers and treats of a mother’s mind.
Wow, it has been such a long time since I have been on here, but as I wrap up this semester of online college classes, I found this on a website and it just sort of spoke to the moment.
“Live a life worthy of the calling you have received.” Ephesians 4:1
I didn’t have a Bible to double check the text, so if anyone has one that says something different, drop me a line and correct me. And of course, have an amazing day.
Needing to feel you next to me
As your breath is born
In the belly of your lungs
And climbs its way
Up your trachea
To expel itself
Through your nostrils
And onto the nape of my neck
It cascades across me
And comes wandering back
To its inner chamber
Its own private abode
That is you
(Taken from my book “Reflections of a Forgotten Mistress”)