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Heavenly Father of Love... may Thy Heart be
fulfilled thru Thy children's desire toward
Love's need for them...
Heavenly Mother and Holy Spirit... may Thy
Sorrow be of laughter's joy thru those who
claim themselves children unto Thy Bosom...
Sweet Master of the Universe... may
Thy Holy Body of Love vibrate deeply within
the loins and wombs of those who claim
Thee as Master... May Thy Holy purpose of
Love be fulfilled thru them.... Amen.
Gray light of morning filters through the window.....
..uh..breath catches in throat......snow, wondrous snow..
giant, puffy flakes settle on wood, leaf...dress the landscape as a bride
I pull at the belt of my robe, tighten it...hug myself to chase the chill
....a thousand memories not quite remembered...
:::shuffling to the table::: slippers quietly scuffing the floor..
I look about ... everything is in place
scraaatch... the wooden match flares to life ...primeval stir:::
light...warmth...survival...
I light the candles in turn...yellow, purple, green...fire in the morning
it's quiet...very quiet... the silence is a sound..I look around the room...
I reach into the little porcelain dish :::rush of memories:::
lavender, chenille, braided rug...Nana...
I pick up a silky, tumbled stone....caress it, put it aside
the jonquils stand (slender, milky fleshed maidens bathing in a pool) in a mason jar. I close my eyes, lean forward, inhale the moist, fresh, green, intoxicating scent
Oh! I've forgotten the eggs...scuff, scuff, scuff...I hurry to the kitchen, open the door of the refrigerator...look..furrow brow, move left, right...look...ahhh reach in and lift the chill, white stoneware bowl
:::grin...chuckle:::::: the Araucana eggs must belong to the Easter Bunny
...it's time...it's time... I pull the chair toward me, sit, settle, facing the table...a feast for all senses...
It's quiet, the quiet has a sound, I'm alone, alone is OK
...oh:::chuckles to self::: I have forgotten something... push back from the table..rise and scuff, shuffle to the next room... ::::::realization, clarity, lightning strike:::::::: not there, not the albums...to the computer...
I have forgotten the music! very, very, funny:::laughing aloud:::
I tap at the keyboard...searching...searching....this, yes this
I return to my place...the table...now I'm ready
Gray light of morning filters through the window.....
..uh..breath catches in throat......snow, wondrous snow..
giant, puffy flakes settle on wood, leaf...dress the landscape as a bride
I pull at the belt of my robe, tighten it...hug myself to chase the chill
....a thousand memories not quite remembered...
:::shuffling to the table::: slippers quietly scuffing the floor..
I look about ... everything is in place
scraaatch... the wooden match flares to life ...primeval stir:::
light...warmth...survival...
I light the candles in turn...yellow, purple, green...fire in the morning
it's quiet...very quiet... the silence is a sound..I look around the room...
I reach into the little porcelain dish :::rush of memories:::
lavender, chenille, braided rug...Nana...
I pick up a silky, tumbled stone....caress it, put it aside
the jonquils stand (slender, milky fleshed maidens bathing in a pool) in a mason jar. I close my eyes, lean forward, inhale the moist, fresh, green, intoxicating scent
Oh! I've forgotten the eggs...scuff, scuff, scuff...I hurry to the kitchen, open the door of the refrigerator...look..furrow brow, move left, right...look...ahhh reach in and lift the chill, white stoneware bowl
:::grin...chuckle:::::: the Araucana eggs must belong to the Easter Bunny
...it's time...it's time... I pull the chair toward me, sit, settle, facing the table...a feast for all senses...
It's quiet, the quiet has a sound, I'm alone, alone is OK
...oh:::chuckles to self::: I have forgotten something... push back from the table..rise and scuff, shuffle to the next room... ::::::realization, clarity, lightning strike:::::::: not there, not the albums...to the computer...
I have forgotten the music! very, very, funny:::laughing aloud:::
I tap at the keyboard...searching...searching....this, yes this
I return to my place...the table...now I'm ready
Get on The Right Thing & One More Kiss- Paul McCartney - Red Rose Speedway
:: walks down hallway hearing.... McCartney!
Woot! ... hurries to where the music is
coming from... sees swmr1ml... smiles and
with a slight bow say :: Hello Swmr1ml!
Wonderful music this morn... may I have a listen?
:: being given permission... leans against
wall... ahhh wonderful! Maybe we'll take
a candlelight tour tonite... ::
Paul McCartney - Get on the Right Thing/One more Kiss
:: Lady Rare, foo-foo, Myself and a small
gathering of others take a tour around Red Rose
Triangle... then goes to speedway Blvd...
visiting Linda McCartney's favorite haunts...
the year is 1973 ::
:: the group stops in a tavern in Tucson,
Arizona... walking up to the bartender,
removes sunglasses and asks... :: where
can we hear the songs banned by the BBC...
:: bartender gives a jerk of head past
beaded curtains, says under breath, starts
in 2 mins... nods... turns to group and
whispers :: let's go back there ... two at a
time... within 2 mins... casual like... come on...
:: takes someone's hand and acting as a
couple weaves thru the crowd... then ducks
into a portal behind the curtain ...
re-enter a black-light room in England
with wall-covering psychedelic posters...
people are unusually quiet... a cough and
several giggles are the only sound heard...
looks around and sees our group has all
made it in... music from somewhere pipes in ::
:: Stands along river's edge... breathes
deeply the crisp flowing wetness of water
and evergreens... wind's undertow...
fragrant pine... kisses dawn...
a sweet welcome... exhales
as a glorious feeling enraptures... throws
head back... raising hands to Father Sky...
right heel keeping beat ... shoulder sways
in rhythm ... exclaims ::
Heavenly Father... how desperate Thy Kiss!
May Thy Joy be returned to Thy Heart thru
Attentive children who walk the earth!
Heavenly Mother and Holy Spirit! How
exquisite Thy revealing truths murmured
in Love's embrace!
May Thy children who claim Thee, rejoice
in Thy secret whispers...
Oh Lord of Love! May Thy Laughter be felt
by those who come unto Thee... Blessed Be
Thy Yoke's caress...
May All that is Good and held Sacred by
creatures large and small be consecrated
in Thy children's own Holy fashion. Amen.
:: Stands along river's edge... breathes
deeply the crisp flowing wetness of water
and evergreens... wind's undertow...
fragrant pine... kisses dawn...
a sweet welcome... exhales
as a glorious feeling enraptures... throws
head back... raising hands to Father Sky...
right heel keeping beat ... shoulder sways
in rhythm ... exclaims ::
Heavenly Father... how desperate Thy Kiss! May Thy Joy be returned to Thy Heart thru Attentive children who walk the earth!
Heavenly Mother and Holy Spirit! How exquisite Thy revealing truths murmured in Love's embrace!
May Thy children who claim Thee, rejoice in Thy secret whispers...
Oh Lord of Love! May Thy Laughter be felt by those who come unto Thee... Blessed Be Thy Yoke's caress...
May All that is Good and held Sacred by creatures large and small be consecrated in Thy children's own Holy fashion. Amen.
... steps by river and watches ripples flow downstream ...
softly sighs ... enjoying the sun-filled sky dancing
with clouds ...
.. makes sure everything is in order ... a hand woven
hammock strung in the shade of two massive trees ...
specially selected for Sir MMC ... His long frame not
so comfy in a bed ... hoping this extra tall (grande plus)
one will serve to let Him rest ...
... toes splash into river's edge .. cool wetness assures
that the sparkling white eggs and smoked bacon
held in waterproof bag will stay fresh and ready ...
...kicks a little water further out from the bank ...
here ya go! splash startles a frog who takes a leap
from rock into the water ... setting up an even
greater splash ...
... wanders slowly back towards camp ... eyes seek
treasures on beach ... bends when sees a glitter ...
smiles ... recalling once found a small perfect
obsidian arrowhead by the flash it gave in the sunlight ...
kneels at low table formed by fallen tree...
from fruit bowl, selects a soft cherimoya...
chooses a deep blue bowl ... carefully carves peeling
from fruity flesh .. adds slices of banana... tilts head
observing the interplay of creamy white and ivory of
fruit ... ah! thinking about summer fruit to come ...
wouldn't this be lovely with a berry or two! ... dreams ...
... considers the chirp of a bird that has made a perch
on a tall grass stem at the edge of the beach camp ...
ah little one! thee must surely be looking for a nest partner! ...
soft laugh as bird held tilts as if pondering answer...
with a trilling lit.. flutters away ...
.. smiles inside at the missive sent to Sir.. promising Him
at least twenty minute nap whilst prepare a morning meal ...
drifting time was promised ... even a few moments twill do
Thee good Sir... was pledged... Thee work so hard!
... picks a rock to serve as base... unfolds bright green napkin
.. places small brioche and rolls in cloth ... tucks in to
gather sun warmth...
..moves to feed tiny fire ... small sticks give fast sure
coals ...feed sticks rouond ancient coffee pot that sits
perking ... deep fragrance puffing into the mornign air...
grins at weathered fry pan ... companion of many an outdoor meal..
...sings to self a tune heard earlier ... ...ah after such
a wonderful morning service, heart is now ready for
the day's business to begin... will be certain to
compliment Him on selection for this day...
...sees movement along the beach... tall figure comes
into view.. jumps up and waves towel that has been in lap
... singing out ... over here Dear Sir! ... cooing ...
arms reach so the golden cloth flies as a flag ...
heart overjoyed as He crosses the rocky way...
... steps by river and watches ripples flow downstream ...
softly sighs ... enjoying the sun-filled sky dancing
with clouds ...
.. makes sure everything is in order ... a hand woven
hammock strung in the shade of two massive trees ...
specially selected for Sir MMC ... His long frame not
so comfy in a bed ... hoping this extra tall (grande plus)
one will serve to let Him rest ...
:: Eyes follows a flock of squawking birds...
then rest on cloud's direction... their speed,
shape and movement in blue skies.... ahhh...
maybe a good day to catch up on
some outdoor chores... Lady Rare's wood need
sorting and splitting... Sunshine needs a good
work-out... and Me need a plan regarding the
abode... need a way to legitimately see her... ::
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
... toes splash into river's edge .. cool wetness assures
that the sparkling white eggs and smoked bacon
held in waterproof bag will stay fresh and ready ...
...kicks a little water further out from the bank ...
here ya go! splash startles a frog who takes a leap
from rock into the water ... setting up an even
greater splash ...
:: Brows furrow temporarily... absently taps
gloves in open palm... a worn leather backpack
slung over flanneled shoulders concealing
nite gear... shifts weight to left boot...
pushes hat back as eyes scan the landscape
before him.... wood and chopping... wood...::
:: Eyes falls on a dead fruit tree... to choppp...
wait!!... grins suddenly... will go looking for dead
fruit trees to chop up into cords... well maybe
only one for my purpose... everyone loves to
work with fruit wood... it would be dead so
don't have to wait for drying to use.... ::
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
... wanders slowly back towards camp ... eyes seek
treasures on beach ... bends when sees a glitter ...
smiles ... recalling once found a small perfect
obsidian arrowhead by the flash it gave in the sunlight ...
kneels at low table formed by fallen tree...
from fruit bowl, selects a soft cherimoya...
chooses a deep blue bowl ... carefully carves peeling
from fruity flesh .. adds slices of banana... tilts head
observing the interplay of creamy white and ivory of
fruit ... ah! thinking about summer fruit to come ...
wouldn't this be lovely with a berry or two! ... dreams ...
:: turns heading upstream... hmmm...
it makes a nice even fire so might get invited
to measure the wood box which would get
me, in the kitchen.... and splitting the wood
to fit into the wood box would earn Me time
there on a chance to see her.... ::
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
... considers the chirp of a bird that has made a perch
on a tall grass stem at the edge of the beach camp ...
ah little one! thee must surely be looking for a nest partner! ...
soft laugh as bird head tilts as if pondering answer...
with a trilling lit.. flutters away ...
:: strides faster... now can't hurt anything or
deliberately manipulate a situation BUT can
ask to use Mr. G's old beat-up wagon whose
wheel might need a hammer or two if stuck
in the dirt road's rut in front of the abode...
will also borrow a mule thats obedient... ::
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
.. smiles inside at the missive sent to Sir.. promising Him
at least twenty minute nap whilst prepare a morning meal ...
drifting time was promised ... even a few moments twill do Thee good Sir... was pledged... Thee work so hard!
... picks a rock to serve as base... unfolds bright green napkin
.. places small brioche and rolls in cloth ... tucks in to
gather sun warmth...
:: a beautiful bird lands a few feet in front of
Me, trilling away... slows down remarking to it::
try the next river bend to the north... Me saw
a group of unattached females pecking seeds...
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
..moves to feed tiny fire ... small sticks give fast sure
coals ...feed sticks rouond ancient coffee pot that sits
perking ... deep fragrance puffing into the mornign air...
grins at weathered fry pan ... companion of many an outdoor meal..
:: as if it understood... beautiful bird bounces
three times then takes off in the pointed
direction... chuckles to self ... mind sets
back to a ponder... ...hmmm ... how to
observe when most of the maidens are gone...
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
...sings to self a tune heard earlier ... ...ah after such
a wonderful morning service, heart is now ready for
the day's business to begin... will be certain to
compliment Him on selection for this day...
... Ms. Cellie has taken to just staying inside
so thats a constant.... heart soars in joy!
This is a great plan Yes! ... since the foster
parents don't know what I look like... ::
Quote:
Originally Posted by RareWonder
...sees movement along the beach... tall figure comes
into view.. jumps up and waves towel that has been in lap
... singing out ... over here Dear Sir! ... cooing ...
arms reach so the golden cloth flies as a flag ...
heart overjoyed as He crosses the rocky way...
..
:: follows the curving river... loving the
sound of rushing water with a promise of
abundant fish... hears a voice... looks toward
tree-line... a wildly waving piece of golden
reveals... Ms. Rare! laughs a yell :: ... Hello Ms!
:: jumps over a log waving back... jogs
'cross rocky way.. Eyes twinkling... digs
gloves into back pockets... waving...
Eyes sees everything in a glance and so happy...
woots a laughing yell... then rushes
up the rest of the way... taking her outstretched
hands gently into mine... leans to quickly
kiss both cheeks... :: What have thee done now...!
:: Eyes smiling... and without waiting for
an answer bends and swoops Ms. Rare up...
laughing down into her loving face... :: Ye acookin breakfast and givin Me a nap?
ahhh precious Lady! Thy Gift to tender to bare...
:: hugs her tight to Me... then gently sets
Ms. Rare upon her own feet... holding her hand...
We both crack up at her feigning to be
out of breath... gives her hand another soft
squeeze then gently releases... stating
with a smile :: Lady... ye have a right
fine camp site going here Ma'am...
(( Have to work after all... so must leave now.
Thank You Lady Rare for such a kind
thought... shall in spirit rest all day
in my fav. new hammock! ))
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