Our daughter is reading Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and I am reading a book written by a friend.
Which reminds me, I hope my dear friend, FreeThinke, will consider putting all his amazing work in book form. I would really love to spend a lazy day reading it ...
Why THANK YOU, Andie! It's very kindt of you to say that. There would be bound to be any number of things that might not appeal, however. I wouldn't want to spoil the pleasant picture you evidently have drawn of me in your sweet, creative mind.ReplyDelete
I HAVE thought about it, but have little talent –- or drive –– to do the enormous amount of "Secretaral Work" editing such a venture would require.
I should just HIRE somebody to sit here wth me, and do what's necessary to put it all together, but I'm still having too much fun just LIVING to want to interrupt the flow of the meandering stream that has been my life thus far.
Thanks so much for caring.
Lovely photo! Reading on a rainy day is one of life's great pleasures :)ReplyDelete
Your Library looks so Relaxing... as for a Good Book, has to have loads of good pictures, or I'm Out... winks... Dawn... The BohemianReplyDelete
_____ Breakfast at the Old Auto Dealership _____ReplyDelete
Rapture at radiance shining through plate glass ––
Earlier an automobile showroom ––
Gives power to dispel the thoughts of Doom
Overwhelming that so rarely pass.
Realizing petty things consume
Needlessly our very precious time ––
Edging timidly from the sublime ––
Hurtling inevitably towards the Tomb.
The inventive use of common space, like rhyme,
Enlivens as the sun glows in the hedges
Framing the old showroom with green ledges.
Elegant umbrellas red and lime ––
Romantic looking –– ensconced on the pavement ––
Transcend the nagging feelings of bereavement.
Thank you, Regine!Delete
__ Echoes of An Unknown Mother __ReplyDelete
Poignant overtones like evening shade
Overtake as vines on paths of stone
Eventually grow so stones seems less alone.
The path, thus aged and venerable made,
Steeped in twilit mist or morning dew,
Haunts –– bemuses –– leading to the Past ––
A shadowed, brooding mystery holding fast.
Wariness of every person who
Kindles comfort, confidence and trust
Eviscerates hope for fear that once again
Nidifugous trauma’s dormant wrenching pain
Assert itself. So, a protective crust
Wards off gnawing urges to complain,
Except –– beneath –– lurks fear of the insane.
I hasten to add that this sonnet is not in any way autobiographical, but instead an evocation of empathy for a friend who was not as fortunate and blest as we who have cherished, grateful memories of a healthy childhood. - FT
It could be my story.Delete
Happy Sunday, FreeThinke!
In some ways, yes, Andie, but instead of succumbing to adverse circumstances, you found the courage and the strength to overcome what might have been nearly fatal limitations.Delete
Looking at the beauty you have made in your life with a good marriage, a husband and child you obviously adore, and the brlliant, unflagging exercise of a fertile imagination informed by remarkably good taste, you ROSE ABOVE depressing circumstances and appear to be living triumphantly in a way that encurages and inspires many.
It may not get any better than that. CONGRATULATIONS are certainly in order.
_______ I Love Antiquing _______ReplyDelete
Items of delight await you where
Lots of treasure troves each one unique
Offer great adventure if you dare
Value an impractical antique.
Each of us should hope, then fondly dream,
And search to find the things we really crave.
No one should only drift on down the stream
Taking “just what comes”until the Grave.
Invest in Beauty and in Rarity.
Question what Convention says to do.
Undo the need to serve Familiarity.
Instead, embrace tastes of the Chosen Few.
Natural yearnings drive us to obtain
Gracious riches which may ease our pain.
~ FreeThinke - Fall 1994 - Adventures in Antiquing
I wrote that in September of 1994 for the first edition of my publication Adventures in Antiquing, but it could very well have been written just for YOU. We truly are kindred spirits. ;-)
Wards off gnawing urges to complain,ReplyDelete
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Dragged from his house into the SLAMMER!
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This is my letter to the world,ReplyDelete
That never wrote to me,––
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
What Miss Emily said of herself and her work in those few remarkable words might well have been written about me. Perhaps that's why I recognized Miss Emily as a kindred spirit the first time I encountered her at age fourteen in a high school Freshman English Class.
We've been dear friends ever since, she and I, even though she died fifty-five years before i was born!
I regard that as proof that "... Spirit is the Real and Eternal. Matter is the Unreal and Temporal. Spirit is God, and [WE] are His image and likeness, therefore [WE] are not material, [WE] are spiritual."
Bless you, Andie, for giving the Gift of Recognition –– a Pearl of Great Price.
Now don't tell me Andie, that you are growing veggies too.ReplyDelete
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