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Welcome to Ari-Wood. Step right up and see the sights. To your left, you will see the delicate fragility of fairy land. On the right, watch out for the fiery dragons. For your safety, we recommend you stay on the path and don't stray into the netherworlds of risk and chance. Alternatively, perhaps you like the benefits that go along with taking that chance..........
All rights to the poetry and stories in Ari-Wood
belong exclusively to the author.
That which is not mine,
That which is not good,
That which is not altruistic....
Is requested to leave.
The stories and poems encased in this crystal blog are written from my own imagination and in no way are intended to be viewed as written to any specific person unless I specifically state that it is.
My heart is a book which you leaf through as simply as the pages of this blog..
Antiqued an worn
The words bleed
From a hidden place
Deep within my chapters
Where only one can see
And whispering spirits tarry
Frayed are my edges
Yet my gliding
Remains beautiful
Not a mere ornament
But a testament to the tooling
Which has geared my life
Sown tightly is my binding
I have weathered the years
I shine with wisdom an character
Like no other book
Yet my cover bares the marks
Of ordinary use
Turn my pages lightly
And you shall read
My hued memories
Of dreams and dreaminess
Of times and timelessness
Of lives and liveliness
Upon my inner pages
Are scribbled
Achromatic dreams
My love
My hopes
My life
You are such a treasured book
All my love, Sister of my heart
(Written by a special sister of my heart...MsAlchemy2...a special gift...I wanted to share.)
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| Home Again, Home Again..... |
Sep 16, 2007 9:24 pm
943 Views | It was a long couple of days, and I'm heading off to bed. I don't even have a solid thought in my mind, let alone a blog. I've spent the 12 hours traveling today, and I am simply whipped....but it is kind of nice to be home....until I look at the unfinished kitchen....lol..
Carolyn, thank you for a memorable and beautiful experience. I loved getting to know you better. You have such a great heart...and a better smile. I think of your laughter and remember the moments that built our friendship. Here's to the memories we shaped....and I think you should blog the McDonald's song...since I had such a deprived childhood, I had never heard it before. And I think you should go sing it at Burger King...lol...
Lisa, I am so happy we got to meet. Thanks for taking the time to show us around...and to build a foundation for friendship. You are such a strong and giving woman. Remember that the first person you have to give to....is you. I hope you know that I will always be there for you, as well.
I wish everyone could meet the two of you and appreciate the beautiful souls you are.
I wish you all well and happy....and I wish everyone a moment of peace and perfect contentment in the next week. I wish you all wonderful friends and great love.
For me, I'm going to curl up in your arms...and just rest. That is my place of perfect contentment. Join me....Slip away on the night wind; follow the stars to the place our hearts have built. Rest in my arms, live in my heart, burn in my passion.....and gift me with yours.
I love you all.
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| What Comes Next |
Sep 14, 2007 9:31 pm
883 Views | So...getting ready to leave North Carolina. I really am eager to go back to work...yet...I don't want to leave these friends...and I don't want to leave this place. It has been hotter than Hades here...but it has been beautiful spiritually and emotionally. These ladies are strong and wise and supportive and I have loved spending time with them.
It's strange that I still want to work on my house...but I am not eager or excited to return to it. Perhaps that has more to do with my ex-husband's presence in my life. Perhaps it has to do with the overwhelming amount of work to do....sometimes it feels so chaotic I can't stand it. Perhaps it's because so many pieces of my life need to be...re-organized....cleaned-up....put into its place and carefully scheduled so that I have time for all the facets of my world. Whatever...I am feeling a wee bit overwhelmed by the idea of going home and facing it all. However...I have had some wonderful times in the past ten days...relaxing, soothing....finding peace in myself...which I desperately needed, because my last vacation for myself was some...hmmm...eight or nine years ago. I'm glad I did this.
We went shopping today, looking for a gift for Tiana. Tiana's totem is turtles and I try to always find her a new turtle. I wasn't happy with the turtles I found until I found an adorable tiny shell turtle...and then I bought her some sea glass jewelry. She's going to love both gifts and I was glad to find them.
A lengthy visit to an art store and I finally found my painting. It is huge, and all in black and white....shades of gray. It is a wave crashing across the ocean and spraying upward. It really has the look I wanted of the ocean at her most tempestuous. I also found an almost matched pair of paintings of clipper ships. One is as large as my ocean painting....but has the colors of dawn behind a pair of ships. The other is smaller and has the colors of sunset behind one of the two ships from the other painting. They were painted by the same artist. I really don't know where I will put two huge paintings...but I will find a place...even if I have to wait until I take the wall out between the downstairs bedrooms and make my really nice sized study. I'm very excited and inspired by the paintings...although I'm substantially poorer having bought them. Oh well...how often do we get the opportunity to do this for ourselves?
We spent the afternoon with Lisa and had a lot of fun seeing her home. We even got some home grown pears...which we picked right off her tree...and which were quite delicious. The four of us went out for Chinese food, since I don't have Chinese food at home...but it was pretty disappointing. I suppose we should have gone ahead and gotten seafood. Ah well...can't have everything.
Lisa took us to a movie at a very old theater...which we enjoyed...and we walked along the waterfront.
A quick tarot reading for each of us when we got back. I have to say, I've had a rune reading and a tarot reading. They've come out remarkably similar...and both are tied to the lessons I've learned and the messages/gifts I've received here. I suppose the universe wants me to wake up and pay attention. If only it didn't scare me so much...it would be easy to do. The fear...damn, the fear eats at me until I don't know which way is up...until I don't know how to pull this off...until I simply give up and leave things as they are. I've faced one of my worst fears this week....I suppose we'll find out if I'm strong enough to face my worst fear.
If only. I hate those words. I know, Kel...but I truly do hate them. If only I'd been wiser, stronger, smarter...whatever...all those years ago...I wouldn't be so afraid of it today. What have I done? How will I face it...and how will I be strong enough to say what I mean without intentionally hurting...and stand strong behind my words?
The constant message I got this week was that this is my time...my time for me....my time to put my house in order...my time to move forward. But...I think I made a critical mistake a few months ago...and I'm afraid of the end-result of it. I don't know what I'm going to do to pull it all together.
Strength is the key factor for me...strength of mind, strength of will, emotional strength. I wonder if I have enough. It is not yet time...I have not built shields or worked through the part of my life I have to finish working through. One last step....and I'm hoping I will be ready. In the meantime...I must build the foundation I will need...and be prepared for anything.
I'm not unhappy...not tonight...not at all. I am afraid...but I will find a way to face that. I always have, I always will. I wish sometimes that I didn't feel so alone facing things like this...but I think we all have to do these things alone. It's just...feeling like I'm coming from a place of weakness. So...I will learn to draw strength from all I've gained. And when the time comes...I will ask all of you to lend me a tiny bit of strength....and I will need it.
Until then....I'm just going to smile and enjoy life...as I build the foundation for the next step. | |
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| Sunset |
Sep 13, 2007 9:08 pm
905 Views | I stood on the deck tonight, watching the sun set over the sound. It was stunningly beautiful; clouds swirled together as if color were being mixed into light paint.
Later, I stood there again, thinking about all that I wish to find in my life. For all that has gone before, I have been fortunate. There is so little I truly seek. I will never be rich...but I never wanted to be. My wealth comes...and always will...from the friendships I share with so many. I will never be beautiful...and never wanted to be. The beauty I chase is that of a pure heart and clean soul. But...what I need in life has been gifted to me...one piece at a time...and I have only a few small quests left to pursue.
In silence, I left the deck and walked to the beach. I wanted to walk along the shore, feeling the sound of the surf fill my heart. I listened to the ebb and flow of the water and I was at peace. I found a place where I could rest awhile so I sat feeling the cold water washing over my skin. This is my true home and I will never be at peace far from it.
I sat, gazing up at the stars. As memorable as the Colorado sky, the stars were clear and brilliant in the nearly black sky. I watched them as they traveled on their path and I waited. In time, they brought you to me.
I had fallen asleep waiting for you. In my sleep I dreamt that you sat beside me, gazing down at my peaceful face. Your eyes were soft with love and I longed to reach up and cup your cheek in my hand...but I slept on...watching you....watching me.
Your hand brushed my hair from my forehead and you bent and pressed a tender kiss to the warm skin. I must have felt you near me for I turned and curled into your lap. You smiled at the thought that I am so trusting with you. I know your touch, I know your scent...and when I sense you near, I feel protected...loved.
You gathered me close and simply held me; letting me rest for a time as you inhaled the scent of lavender drifting from my skin. My scent; relaxing, gentle, soothing. You've often told me how you love that clean, soft smell. Your cheek brushes across my head and you feel the silken hair stroking your skin. I feel your body tense as it tickles.
Your lips press against my head as you lay me softly on the beach and stretch beside me. Your fingers slide across the sensitive skin of my back and I twist beneath them feeling the need building as you touch me. Your hands know no boundaries...only familiar paths that lead you to the core of the woman who loves you.
My eyes open and I smile sleepily at you. "I waited for you, love."
"I'm glad."
My hands are sure and warm as they move to unbutton your shirt. My lips are hot, passionate, demanding as I pull you down for a kiss. You respond as you always do, your body warm as it drapes over mine; your hunger driving both of us higher...
Toppling off the cliff...into the sunset... | |
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| Which one is most important? |
Sep 13, 2007 6:59 pm
774 Views | Simply sitting in silence can be the most rewarding moment of a day. Today was a day spent half in silence...and I loved each minute of it. You know, I have spent so much of the past week in laughter, companionship, good people I am loving getting to know...and I realize how much I miss of life sitting at home in my silent house.
I'm not exactly a homebody...I love to get out and play...but because of my current circumstances, I spend a great deal of time at my house...studying, working on the house, sleeping...well, not so much sleeping...lol.
I go out with my friends...mostly when they are free since they are married and in relationships. I can be free anytime...but I often have to remember that they have families to be with. Perhaps I need to find some single friends to hang with....but then again...there aren't a lot of single women my age in town...and a fair number of those who are...are Mormon. They tend to be a fairly closed community until you've lived there half your life. And...truly I need to spend a fair bit of time at home...studying...which I haven't done enough of.
Anyway...I've gotten off track...I think I do that a lot...lol... Today...a quiet day. I pretty much sorted through stuff and packed what could be packed. It was a pretty quiet time spent with my thoughts. But, in the midst of that time, I got into a conversation with Carolyn's sister...who is someone I admire a lot and enjoy talking to. We got to talking about my life...and my choices...and the guilt I carry with me. One of the subjects Kelly and I plan to work on....oh...did I tell you that, Kel?
She reminded me that sometimes we have to choose ourselves first. In my heart I know this, but I struggle with the concept of when it is ok to choose yourself if you know it will hurt someone else. Her answer rang so true for me that I was amazed I hadn't come to this place myself. It is right when your intent is not to hurt anyone else...but to move yourself forward. When you are stagnating because you are allowing guilt to own you...you are doing yourself and everyone else a disservice. It is wrong when you have any intent to hurt someone else. What an amazing and freeing idea.
So....if my intent is not to harm...but to break myself free...even though I know the end result has the risk of causing another harm...it is their responsibility to take care of themselves...not mine. It is their choice to allow it to be hurtful to them...not mine. It is my choice to do what makes me a better, happier, healthier person who chooses not to hurt another...but to help themselves. I haven't really ever quite looked at it this way...and I have a fair bit of thinking to do to completely internalize the idea.
After our talk, we went to the beach and I played for a bit...although, for the first time I really didn't want to play in the ocean. It might be because the entire beach and surf was literally covered in tiny clear jelly fish that kept brushing against my skin. It felt a wee bit disconcerting and I simply chose to sit in the surf and find a handful of shells. I took a bit of a break to read while laying on the beach...which totally isn't like me...but felt wonderful.
We came back and called Lisa...who arranged to come for dinner. While we waited for Lisa to get here, I checked my email and had a message that touched my heart. It really made the day even better than it already was.
When Lisa got here, we had a wonderful time with her. She is an absolutely lovely person and everyone liked her and enjoyed her stories. I wish you could have been here...Carolyn with her Arkansas drawl...Lisa with her North Carolina accent...I don't notice much accent from Carolyn's sister...and I don't have an accent...lol....it was colorful and fun. These ladies are terrific people and will be great friends of mine for many years to come.
Each one brings something special and wonderful to the friendship. My friendship with Carolyn brings a great deal of laughter as well as the closeness of good friends. I am comfortable telling her anything and knowing she will not only keep it to herself, but she will offer advice based on her own experience. I trust her completely. We've had nearly two years to build a deep and lasting friendship....and the lady is someone special...a good friend to all.
My friendship with Lisa will grow into something similar, but a bit different. Lisa is a bit quieter...a bit more serious...experienced in different aspects of life...and that friendship will be special in its own way. She is straight-forward and honest, which are traits I value above all else...and I am going to enjoy getting to know her better.
Carolyn's sister is perhaps the most like me. She is filled with laughter and the same naughtiness as Carolyn....which has made the time we've all spent together a riot. She also looks at the world from similar eyes...and sees beauty and peace and caring. I like this lady and hope we will build a friendship. From this perspective...this trip is a resounding success.
I was asked tonight what the most important lesson I've learned this week is. I can't honestly say what the most important lesson is. I've learned that I can face my fears and conquer them....I've learned that I need to listen to my heart more often....I've learned that I do burn at low altitudes....I've learned that guilt doesn't have to own me, when I'm not truly guilty....I've learned that I can choose myself first, just not every time...I learned that I need to be focusing on the strongest foundation I can build for myself...and I learned that friendships are the greatest gift I can ever give myself.
So....which one is most important? | |
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| Loving You |
Sep 12, 2007 10:59 pm
981 Views | You held me last night, curled around me as if keeping every frightening dream at bay. It is the thought I often have when I feel you against my back, your arm wrapped around me. I snuggle into your warmth and time my breathing to yours...one inhale...one exhale....one soul.
Sometime in the night I woke to found you had rolled away. It was cold and I shivered, but your warmth was on the other side of the bed. I am so lonely without you. I lay quietly listening to you breathe as I considered my options. The cold air on my skin helped to make a swift decision.
Rolling over, I fitted my body to yours, hip to hip, leg to leg, chest to chest. I slid my arm under yours and ran my fingers lightly down your chest. I love the textures of your skin. My lips pressed a soft skin to the back of your neck and you murmured softly in your sleep. I wanted to hear you calling my name, huskily, as I loved you.
I lay there quietly for a time, simply feeling your heart beat against me. It didn't take long for me to wish I could feel your hands on me. Another kiss and you pressed back against me. The heat rose between us as I pressed closer to you. It was too much, love. I needed to feel you needing me. I needed to taste you tasting me. I needed you.
My tongue tasted the line of your neck and your head rolled, allowing me easy access. I thought you had perhaps awakened...but no, still your heartbeat was as quiet as it had been. My fingers danced over your chest, touching...exploring....wandering. I felt your body as it wakened. You turned in my arms and gathered me close.
Whispered words, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Loving you...only loving you...."
"Show me....."
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| Facing fear |
Sep 12, 2007 9:59 pm
779 Views | Another day, another beach. Have you ever found that different beaches can be boring? Well...actually...not boring, but not as much fun.
Today we went to Currituck Lighthouse in Corolla. It was a pretty cool place...dated back to 1863. Ok...so here are one of the two amazing things I found today. I actually climbed the lighthouse....and stood at the top...and walked around it....and took pictures....and even took pictures over the side of the railing...and didn't freak once. I wanted to. Every fiber of my body was shrieking..."Get me the heck down from here, you dingbat...." But I didn't complain, didn't whine, didn't panic...kept it all under control. I AM SO PROUD OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have to understand, I guess. When I was a child, I fell off a high dive onto the cement side of the pool. I landed head first. I had a massive skull fracture, was in a coma for two weeks, and very nearly died from where a fragment of my skull ended up. I still have a small lump on the back of my head where the bone was deformed. Ever since, I have been terrified of heights...even fairly low heights. When I get too high, I panic and cling to a wall...or a person who is with me. Today...I did neither.
I wasn't comfortable...don't get me wrong. I could feel the fear racing through my body like a bolt of liquid heat...but I faced the fear and succeeded. Does that mean I won't be afraid next time? No. Does it mean I'll be able to climb any hill I want alone? Probably not. But it was the very first real success I have had in years at facing this fear...and beating it. I was delighted with it....although...going down the stairs was really tough....but...again, I did it.
After the lighthouse, we went to Corolla Beach. It was beautiful there, and I honestly think I got some of my best ocean pictures while we were there...but it wasn't a swimming beach. The shell selection was beautiful and I found plenty of them...but the water was very shallow. I walked quite a long ways out so that I would be able to swim, but never found water above my hips. Added to that, there was a fairly strong pull as the tide receded...and I wasn't confident of how well I would handle swimming in it. So....I played lightly in the water and searched for shells.
I did learn something today. The gold shards of shell I've been collecting are not meant for me...they are meant for someone else...and today I learned who that was.
I have a wonderful friend with a birthday this month. She has a great passion for hand made gifts and a knack for convincing me to make them for her. Last year, she talked me into making her a huge blanket for her bed. This year, she will be getting a set of runes made from seashell shards. The gold runes will suit her taste for browns and natural colors perfectly. I love the glowing color...and I'm pretty sure Kelly will love them as well.
Reading runes? I'd about bet Kelly's never done that...but once she has a good book...and her own private hand-chosen runes....she'll learn. I believe in her.
Today was not about playing; it was about feeling. It was a time for me to think on friendships and gifts that have been given in the past. Not physical gifts....emotional gifts, intellectual gifts, gifts of friendship, gifts of love, gifts of joy. It was a time for me to think of the people who matter most in my life and how I react to them....the kind of friend I am.
I don't know that I'm better or worse than anyone else. I do know that I have lots of room for improvement...before I can hope to find anyone who can stand beside me through all that comes....love me as passionately as I love...encourage me to be all that I can be...allow me to share all that they can be.
And I have one more part of my life to resolve...to heal from. The time is creeping up...and I'm a bit afraid of facing it. Perhaps soon I will know why. Perhaps soon....I will be free from the last of my demons. Anyway....that was the gift I was given today. | |
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| Celebrating Life |
Sep 11, 2007 9:40 pm
874 Views | Life is often intriguing. What is given is most frequently not what we have sought, nor is it what we would choose for ourselves; but once in a while....on very unexpected occasions....life hands us a special gift. Had we planned on it...had we expected it...it would not have been special or a gift.
Sometimes we have to remember to look beneath the surface to see those special gifts. If we simply view the world from our everyday eyes, we might miss it...it might pass us by and never come again. It isn't so much watching every minute of every day...it's being alert to the changes that come into our lives...even when they are transitory.
Today was a gift to me in so many ways that I am not sure I could enumerate them all. We all slept a little late; that was a nice thing to begin with. We were planning to spend most of the day at the beach in Kitty Hawk. Of course, we also got a late start leaving. Before we could go, one of us had to find a shirt they could wear in the sun without cooking in. I'm not telling which one of us it was...but she's the one with the supreme blistering sunburn on her back.
I finally found a white t-shirt. Carolyn sprayed SPF 45 sunscreen on my back so that I wouldn't burn anymore...lol...yeah right. Carolyn's sister decided that she would generously put suntan lotion on our legs. Have we told you she has the greatest hands in about 45 states? I would have said all 50 states....but I can't be sure it would be true.
So...I lay down across her bed and she tells me I have some really long legs. I know that's not true...my sister has some really long legs. But heck, who's complaining? Then she tells me she's being blinded by the light....reflecting off my white legs that have never seen the light of day. Hmmm...go figure. And I wonder why I burn.
Having her put suntan lotion on your legs is a real treat. She's a trained masseuse. Oh Lord and Lady...I could have walked 20 miles after her wonderful massage. Not...but I thought about it.
And then...off to the beach. For the first 45 minutes to an hour, I simply played in the water in my swimsuit...until Carolyn told me they could see the red of my back from way down the beach. All righty then...time to put my t-shirt on. After that, I swam really comfortably in my t-shirt. Yes...I kept the suit on....
It was such a day of peace and playfulness. I found dozens of beautiful shell shards....enough to make two sets of runes anyway. My first set will be purple, yellow, and white. My second set will be purple...and when I finish it...my third set will be gold. I'm really excited.
I swam for several hours. When I swim...it's more like playing than swimming. I do handstands, somersaults, back flips, dive underwater and swim as far as I can. It isn't like watching someone swim laps...it's like watching a child at play. And that's what it felt like to me. I was a child playing.
That was perhaps the greatest gift of the day. Yes, I had wonderful companionship. I also had beautiful, hot weather....lovely cool water...an ocean...seashells....and the gift of celebration. Today I celebrated freedom from the past. Today I celebrated laughter. Today I celebrated my inner child...and I let her out to play in the place she loves most....the ocean. Today I celebrated life and love...and all the pieces of my world I have yet to find. Today I celebrated me.
There came a time when I realized that I was totally weak and my stomach hurt. I had eaten a bagel and yogurt for breakfast...but hours of playing had used up all that fuel and I simply had nothing left. I rarely burn off that level of energy and it was almost scary...but then I got excited at the idea that I was being very active. Oftentimes, between work and school, it is an effort to find time to take a walk let alone work out. I need to do this more often.
Some string cheese and an apple...and I was back in the water playing again. Surprisingly...that didn't seem to last very long.
Eventually we came back to the house and relaxed. I took a nap for awhile....well, until I rolled over onto my back and felt like screaming. Hmmm...it needs to hurry up and heal. Carolyn and her sister went to the store to get some chocolate...we were in great need of chocolate.
Another highlight of the day was going out to sit on the dock and listening to Carolyn's sister and her neighbor play their guitars and sing for us. An impromptu concert and it was wonderful. Both of them sing really well...and we enjoyed it tremendously.
So...what were the gifts? The celebration....of life today. I found so much happiness today that I wondered if I was even the same person. There was no residual anger...no residual pain. The people I was with filled my day with joy and laughter.
Somewhere on this trip I have found exactly what I searched for...peace, relaxation, recharging, laughter, good friendship...all gifts I asked for in order to grow in my own world. I found contentment. I didn't have to be with a man...although I would have loved to have been with someone who loved me. I didn't have to be perfect. I didn't have to take care of the world. I just had to relax, be myself...and let go. The rest...well...the rest came in its own time...as we always knew it would.
It was time. | |
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| Take me as I am..... |
Sep 10, 2007 11:20 pm
1007 Views | I was reading a handful of blogs when one particular concept really struck me...all over again. I wonder what we see when we see people on here. Do we see one another for the beautiful heart they have....or do we see who we want to see? Do we see words on a page...or do we allow those words to shape the person as they truly are?
When I blog, I blog exactly as I am...I am naughty and nice...sugar and spice. Well...ok...sugar and really tart lemonade...lol... I am exactly who I am. I am mouthy and sarcastic. I joke a lot, particularly when I am nervous, I can tease to excess. When I'm nice, I'm very nice. I tend to be a caretaker and I try to do for people....way more than I should, sometimes. Do you get that from my blog? I'm not sure.
I am passionate and fiery, yet easily hurt and defensive. I am determined and organized, yet I can be chaotic and lost. I am full of laughter and teasing, yet I can cry the most bitter of tears. I love with all my heart...and open to people easily...yet when I have been hurt, I am totally closed...and unlikely to open to you again. I am...as all of us are...a paradox, filled with contrasting characteristics.
As I walk through the blogs, I try to let your words shape the image of you I see. I don't worry about pictures, they are transitory images that have no bearing on how I will feel about a person. I try to see your heart; I try to look deeply into your eyes to see the person you are. Unless your words are blatant lies...they aren't the primary part of you. Who you are and how you treat others is.
We hear of the formation of relationships on here and I often wonder. How do we trust someone we haven't met...whose face we cannot see? How do we deal with the lack of trust as we very slowly build relationships? We cannot trust with no history, no knowledge of who we speak to. How does that trust get established?
We whisper that we love each other in the silence of an IM chat room. Do we really have a clue?
Some people live through rather long separations because they simply can't drop everything to be with the person they have chosen. How do we maintain trust and love through these circumstances? How do we believe everything will be fine...when we don't yet know what everything entails?
Hmmm...sorry...fell asleep there for a minute...I'll have to look at this again tomorrow and see if I finished my thought. I suddenly went brain dead....lol | |
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| Art Galleries |
Sep 10, 2007 11:04 pm
813 Views | I thought it was absurdly hot today. It didn't help that my beautifully burned back was blazingly on fire, either. We drove to the town of Manteo and went gallery hopping. It's a very quaint seaside town with lots of galleries in it. Actually, there are lots of galleries all over the place here. I was a wee bit astounded at the prices.
Carolyn was looking for a painting by a local artist. I thought it was really cool to support the local economy....and I enjoy good art. There were a handful of pieces I'd have loved to buy, but the one thing I really wanted to find....I just couldn't. I wanted a picture/photograph of the ocean surf crashing against rocks or a lighthouse. I would have loved it if the picture included lightning...the ocean at her most majestic. Never saw a single one. They were all pictures of her in a torpid mood....and I was bored by them. I really don't do nicey-nice.
I got a real kick out of one place we stopped in at. We were looking at the pictures, which were good but totally outrageously priced, when the artist came out and began talking to Carolyn. I didn't think he would ever stop talking....although he was interesting. It was very clear he was interested in Carolyn...and wanted nothing to do with me. Which didn't bother me in the least cause he didn't interest me at all. I was hoping he'd have the nerve to ask her for her number, but it didn't happen. Still, it was a tremendously wonderful thing to happen.
The next really memorable thing happened at another gallery a few towns away. I had found the first painting that I wanted so bad I could taste it. The artist stretches his canvas over other things so that it takes on a new and different shape and has texture to the canvas. The painting I was looking at was predominantly in rose, purple, and blue. Rose is really not my color, but I could see butterflies and fairies in the splashes of color and I fell in love with it. Of course, I wasn't $2,000 in love with it.
Anyway, we looked around and the clerk told us there were more paintings upstairs. As we headed up the stairs, he told us that the artist whose work I was so fascinated with had a self-portrait up there...at the bottom of the next flight of stairs...and would love to know our comments about it. We looked for the self-portrait and were shocked when we saw it. It is the painting of a very obese naked man, his back to the viewer, painting two paintings of his own face, more slender than he appears to be.
The fact that he was naked did not bother me. The fact that the figure had a penis hanging down to his knees rather did. Not that I'm a prude, but I was a bit shocked to be asked to look at the painting and comment on it. Which was their really big mistake.
So the clerk called up the stairs and said, "I think it's a statement about lying." I responded...."I think it says Yank my Chain." Oh dear...I couldn't believe I really said it. Carolyn asked him if he was going to tell the artist what I said but he only responded, "He'd just want to know if I got her phone number." I didn't volunteer the information.
The rest of the day was rather slower and more relaxed...and we ended the day with a rather rousing and laughter-filled game of spades....and a movie...The Gift....which Carolyn and I would both recommend to anyone who likes mysteries.
So....an average day....and a lot of laughter...and I am feeling wonderful. Tomorrow Lisa is coming to have dinner with us...and I'm really excited. BTW Kelly....I'll give her a hug for you.
Love,
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| COLD |
Sep 10, 2007 1:07 am
842 Views | After the warmth of today....and with the heat building in my back....for the first time in a very long time...I feel quite cold tonight.
I wish you would come and warm me. | |
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