Words of Wisdom (p)

For Aaron, on your graduation:

Words of Wisdom from Me:

Practice writing left-handed
at least once a week.
(trust me)
Never pass up an opportunity to
watch a sunset or a sunrise.
When you're feeling down,
get a bottle of bubbles
and blow away your blues.
Always love with your
entire heart,
but never
give it away
without being certain
it's going to a good
home.

lone (p)

alone;
one;
just
me.
I'd thought that when I would live alone,
I would at least
have the
cat.

she loved water that much - a ramble

She hated to have her picture taken and would never look at the camera.
You could get a profile but never, ever a full face shot.
She wouldn't drink still water until near the end.
Water was her favorite toy, if there was a body of water around, she'd find it.
She used to [in much younger days] jump in to the bath or shower with me, she loved water that much.
When we lived on the island in Lake Champlain, she would jump in and out of the rowboat until someone took her out into the bay, at which point she'd jump out and swim back in.
She made friends with the beavers there.
She tamed a pit bull.
She killed a racoon.
She was a mighty huntress and would leave prizes on the doorstep.
She never bothered the chickens or guinea hens, but let a weasel around and she would face it down.
She did kill songbirds and suffered for it once, contracting songbird fever. She left them alone after that.
She wouldn't stay outside if the coyotes were around though.
She was smart.
She didn't miaow very loud, just a tiny noise to let me know she was there, but her growl scared most people until they realised it was her.
She was never 'just a cat', she was Kiki, the mistress of all she surveyed.
She lived in 5 different states and has died in the same one she was born in.
She liked sitting on my lap while I was reading, purring like her engine was stuck.
She never did eat a mouse, however lizards were another matter.
When I was sick [which has been a lot since the Lyme disease] she would lay right next to me until I was better.

I wish I could have done the same for her.

Initialtive (p)

I am not the sum total of what others make me to be;
they see what they want to see.
Let us not mistake this life
for a break
from death,
for that would be
[for you and me]
the end.
Only ever losing,
we walk away
from the choosing
and in choosing the losing
something is lost.
Very likely we will end in this world alone.
Even in each other's arms, death is lonely.
Yes, there is a chance, many in life.
Overlooked often, only outcome one.
Under the rocks, over the treetops; we search throughout this world,
for someone with whom we can share our pain.

TMUtB (d)

Being chased by the monster from under the bed, we hide in the one place it won't look; under the bed. We make friends with the dust bunny and he tells us how to conquer the monster. We leave a glass of milk and a burrito beside the bed and the monster eats and goes away forever!

Nickers (d)

In the maze I follow the twists and turns, guided by the nickering of a horse. A few dead ends later I find myself at the center of the maze and the horse is there.
It's Nickers! I tell her that I thought she was dead. She tells me that she is, outside of the maze, but that she can help me get out of it.
I get on her back and tangle my fingers in her mane, she carries me to the exit and we sadly say goodbye again.

Dreaming in cartoons (d)

is quite entertaining.

I'm in the hundred-acre wood, searching for my point. Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Rabbit and Owl seem to be hiding it from me. Arrow [the dog] is helping me search, but gets side-tracked chasing after Rabbit.

For some reason you appear and tell me my point isn't here, that the search will be fruitless until I'm in the correct scenario. You do talk funny as a cartoon.

Back in Colorado! (d)

We all meet at the bar and play trivia. Our team wins t-shirts and drinks! After trivia we go to Pete's and have huevos rancheros to die for.
A few of us decide to go to Lookout Point to watch the sunrise We sit under a tree, discussing how beautiful this land is and how terrible it is that we've allowed the gr'ups to ruin it for everyone else.

Heaven (d)

On a sailboat in the tropics; we are island hopping, looking for the perfect place to set up our library.

Choices (d)

Standing at the entrance to the maze, I look at my options.
I can opt not to even enter, which will then send me on the safest path to a life of complete obscurity.
I can follow the path from the entrance, to the middle and out the opposite side, which may or may not bring me fame and fortune.
Or...
I can choose another entrance, they're all right there in front of me, though the outcome of these options isn't as clear.
What do I want?
Should I go on in obscurity, safe in the knowledge that no claims will be made?
Should I go for the fame and fortune? Not likely at this stage.
Should I take door number three, four, or two?
Looking further down the [hallway?] path, I see three more doors.
How can all these doors lead to different outcomes?
Isn't everything pre-destined and no matter my choice? It's all going to end in death anyway.
Door number five, six or seven?
I sit on the opposite side of the [hallway?] path, looking at the doors.
If all I do is sit here, I'll never know.
Closing my eyes for a few seconds I decide to flip a coin.
When I open my eyes, the [hallway?] path is now a circular room and the doors are all around me.
I turn in circles, spinning, spinning, spinning. When I fall down, I am facing door number seven.
I choose this door and go through.

the Lock (d)

I stand at the Door, key in hand. Lightning has struck the house above us and we can hear it burning, falling in on itself. I place the key in the lock. Silence falls and the only sound is the click and tumble of the lock as I turn the Key.

The Door (d)

There's a huge storm, lots of thunder and lightning strikes close by. Houses are hit, seemingly at random, and they explode around us. We all go into the storm cellar to wait it out.
Luckily it's a really big storm cellar. A Door at the back is locked and I have the key. I won't allow anyone to go in. The cellar around the Door is natural rock, the house having been built into the side of the hill.
What's behind the Door?
Only I know, and now is not the time to explore.

When (p)

When she loses him
(for however short a time)
she loses more than he
knows.
The clouds cover the sun
the air becomes cold
and thick
she cannot breathe
without him.
How can he think
that anyone else
(whom she may or may not adore)
could mean more
to her
than he?
She (again)
hands to him
her heart.
He doesn't have to love it;
just don't lose it.
keep it close
it will, in time,
beat as one
with his
for after
ever.

Me, a superhero? (d)

The world around me crumbles as I am chosen to stop the entropy. Putting on my superhero cape I fly all over and see that the death of a few million stupid people could only help, so I work to save the animals, moving them to safe spots. I then save the four people who mean anything to me and let the rest fend for themselves.
Assuring all of you that you are safe I fall into a deep sleep and dream of a cleaner, happier world. When I awaken you have all become acquainted and seem to be getting along, despite earlier distrust of each other.
She asks if we are the last people. I tell her no, there are others. She wants to go find them. I tell her that it is now a truly free world and she can do as she chooses.
One by one you all leave my mountain fortress and I am content that, one by one, you will all be back, eventually.

In the camp of the gypsy queen (d)

In the woods, looking for a place to sleep that will be warm and dry, I happen upon a group of gypsies. They have food and a warm dry place for me. We eat and then the music starts.
Someone has a balalika, someone else an accordian and another a violin. There are percussion instruments and I am handed a tambourine. We play, sing and dance for hours, until the full moon comes up.
The old gypsy gets up and goes into her wagon, beckoning me to follow, which I do. She reads my tea leaves. My fortune is not all good, not all bad and she says I will find that which I am looking for. At that she gives me a blanket and a pillow, telling me to sleep.
In the morning I wake up and the gypsies are gone. I am on the cold hard ground, covered with the blanket the old gypsy gave me. I am sad because I wanted to travel with them.

3D (d)

Drawing a cave in 3D and making a virtual tour of it.

Alone (d)

Feeling trapped, I leave for a new place, where I know no one and no one wants to know me.
I live in the peace and quiet of my new life, not speaking to anyone unless they speak first. I read a lot of books, do a lot of drawing and painting. I try my hand at writing again and get a book published.
I miss someone, but I know he will not contact me again, not after the fight we had when I left the place I was before.
I am lonely.

Rockercoaster, Rollingchair (p)

I just don't know
if I can take
the rollercoaster ride
that is you.
The ups, the downs,
the round and rounds,
the whirlycues
and curlygigs.
The lurching stomach,
the wrenching of mind
p
l
u
m
m
e
t
i
n
g
from the heights
of the wildside ride.
Then there's the slow creeping
back up to the top.
The sudden emergence
from whereabouts unknown
is almost as frightening as the
the disappearence.
Whether lost in the game
or the presence of someone else,
you scare me.
But what scares me more,
is thought of
my world
with no
you.

And I lose (d)

We meet and have a long talk. You tell me that while you like me, you just don't or can't love me or anyone.
I swallow hard to keep from crying and say that I understand, that the friendship is more important than my imagined life together with you. I stutter and lisp my way through the understanding speach, something I work really hard not to do, but I just can't help myself.
I get up, spilling my coffee on myself and then I leave. You sit there staring after me.
I walk along the street, it's familiar, but I can't place the city. I see a wooded area and slip into it, into the one place I've ever felt at home. I'm hurting and I don't want anyone to see me ever again.
I cry for a long time, sitting under a willow tree by a brook.
I realise that it's time for me to get to the airport so I leave.

Castles (d)

castles in dreams


I dreamed of castles one on a mountainside, the other across the river on a mountaintop.
They don't seem to be rivals.