Sensations on my skin of the breeze that come in
Sound of the boys sleeping
I think of food yet I’m not hungry
I think of life
I allocate myself in relation to my surrounding
time
I felt love yesterday
Because it was a sunny day
Today I feel abandoned
Because the sky is grey
And there’s dust on the windowpane
I want to swipe it but then
It’ll collect again
Dust collectors
Memory makers
Sensation seeking
Dream rakers
Blah,
life
Breeze on my skin
This breeze
Walked barefoot yesterday,
on the beach, up the steps, on the pavement, to my house.
Running, my heels didn’t touch the ground.
I felt lighter, empowered, like I owned evert step I took
- They were My steps! Every one of them!
The pavement felt cleaner than it looked. It was warm,
softer than I expected.
I found again, something lost,
kindred afresh a relationship
a skinship,
between my bare sole
and my other mother.
love
above
struggle, we laborers
what is alone
when the sky dances before you?
fair music rest my soul
i am a laborer
taken,
whole
Hands on my hips, I look down at boxes. Some still empty, some packed full. With one finger I sweep the dust off my window pane. It’s time for a move.
I’m taking classes on child development. It’s fascinating, how they grow. How love makes them grow…
Scatter brained still, I haven’t found a place to move to yet. I just know it’s time.
Yesterday we had a house party, it was L’s birthday. She had over her family, an exciting family, her sanguine father with a bass-tone laughter, her mother, somewhat shy and a musician, and her step-mother, comfortable in her body, sharp eyes, a writer.
Upon leaving, her step-mum casually gave me her card. So she writes a blog. No wonder: upon first encounter I wanted to know what she saw, through her focused lenses. I read her writing and I was satisfied.
I might take up writing again. I think I just may love words. Like how children need love to grow, I think I need words to grow.
So I’ll pack my books and laptop last, and see what I can do with this renewed relationship.
This is an idea from some time ago, to decorate hospital ceilings so bed-ridden patients have something to look at other than a plain white ceiling. An efficient way to do it would be for a printing company to make cloth panels of different art images that clip onto a section of the ceiling over the bed. Patients then can choose from an array of designs, and enjoy a different art whenever they please.
Anybody up for this idea?
Late last night I though of sending my love in a box, and wondered why there aren’t heart shaped packing peanuts? Then I thought of making a company, if it made financial sense, and develop other designs like star and kiss shaped peanuts, or bubbles in different colours. Then, if it was successful, to partner up with blood donation vans in developing countries and send a percentage of the income to support blood donation. It all comes from the heart, right?
Then I thought of the time and energy and commitment to make this happen, and wondered if I should share the idea on my blog and see if anybody would take up on the idea? Or partner up with me?
Am I the only one who, when reading disclaimer notes written in fine print on the bottom of company statements and such, hear it in the voice of super high-speed voice over talent, just like on radio ads?
At an art festival called Burning Man, somebody made a dome with dollar bills loosely attached to the entire wall. The theme was trust. People went inside the dome, thought and felt whatever they would, and came out. Until, of course, one fool nicked a few bills.
Another story, this one about a man who had a desire to convert a lot of money into one dollar bills, go to a crowded place in one of the poorest nations, and throw them all down to the people from a window of a tall building. He wanted to watch people hysterically scrabble for the cash.
There’s something deeply wrong about that, I actually feel bad writing it ….
From the following sixteen facts, try to determine:
A. Who drinks the water? B. Who owns the zebra?
1. There are five houses.
2. The Englishman lives in the red house
3. The Spaniard owns a dog
4. Coffee is drunk in the green house
5. The Ukranian drinks tea
6. The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house
7. The Old Gold smoker owns snails
8. Kools are smoked in the yellow house
9. Milk is drunk in the middle house
10. The Norwegian lives in the first house
11. The Chesterfields smoker lives next door to the man with the fox
12. Kools are smoked in the house next to the house with the horse
13. The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice
14. The Japanese smokes Parliaments
15. The Norwegian lives next door to the blue house
16. In each house there is one nationality, one pet, one cigarette smoker and one liquid drink.
President Kennedy solved this problem in 21 minutes. The Advertising Director of a famous national magazine took over 2 hours to solve it…how about you?
I solved it in an hour! Yes! Yes! My brain feels so refreshed that I feel I don’t need to take a shower!
