Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Rainy Day In the Library


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 ...

xo

Andie

14 comments:

  1. 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.

    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.

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  2. Lovely photo! Reading on a rainy day is one of life's great pleasures :)

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  3. Your Library looks so Relaxing... as for a Good Book, has to have loads of good pictures, or I'm Out... winks... Dawn... The Bohemian

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  4. _____ Breakfast at the Old Auto Dealership _____

    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.


    ~ FreeThinke

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  5. __ Echoes of An Unknown Mother __

    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.


    ~ FreeThinke

    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

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    1. It could be my story.
      Happy Sunday, FreeThinke!

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    2. 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.

      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.

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  6. _______ I Love Antiquing _______

    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. ;-)

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    1. I wish that I could see each SPAMMER
      Dragged from his house into the SLAMMER!


      };^)>

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  9. This is my letter to the world,
    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.

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