If Only

If you could only see me from the inside out...running in a field of flowers amid the morning dew...Supping white wine inside my thoughts...if only

Friday, May 15, 2009

Bayview Park


I draw in a breath and hold it. The smell of the ocean permeates every cell. Overhead, the seagulls circle in unique patterns. Down the way one can see him sitting there on the sea wall....a man in ragged clothes. He stares out into many worlds.....worlds within himself.

As the drawbridge raises, the sound of a tugboat takes predominance over the lull of traffic behind me. The horn sounds harsh against the stillness.

Patches of whitecaps slide across the sugar white sand. Seashells cover the sandbar as far as the eye can see. A young couple walks out on the fishing pier. I wonder of their world.

The sand clings to my bare feet as I stroll toward the man that stares into his own ragged spots. I draw in another deep breath of sea air as the seagulls swoop down for their hunt. I, too, keep hunting.......

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The Mountain Cabin

We drove along the narrow roads which still caused me concern. The residents on the mountain were familiar with the drive and its curves and jutting rocks. The fear of falling or running off the road kept me from seeing the beauty of things around me. I noticed as I became older that trees were beautiful in the fall; The yellows, oranges, golds and greens. Down as far as one could see, when looking over the cliffs, stood nature in her finest array.

Although I was born in the hills of Tennessee, we had moved to what is called the bikini state when I was a tender age. Daddy and Mama would travel back and forth to visit their mothers at least once a year. It's funny how as a child everything isn't black or white. It can be whatever we think we see. It can be what we are told or what we are happy with.

My brother and I enjoyed going to the little cabin on the hillside. A rather stately woman with demands to make on everyone was introduced to us as our great grandmother. She was less than pleasant in looks and mannerisms. I remember thinking her bark was every bit as dangerous as her bite.

We ran through the fields of tall grass exploring every animal that caught our attention. We sat high on the tractor as though we were the most important girl and boy in all those parts. We found pieces and parts of what became our special treasures.

The most intriquing part of our day was drawing water from the well. It looked ominous inside. As far down as we could see, the lower portion was jet black. We would drop the bucket down for water by turning the handle until it landed in the water with a loud echo. We were facinated. You could bring it up or drop it down quickly for a really big splash. We later learned, the hard way, that you were not to throw rocks in the well water to hear tinkling sounds. Oh no, that was not the thing to do.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Book Writing



An update on the progress of my book. I am totally pleased with things. I hope to be finished with the written portion within the next two weeks. Of course there will be editing, maybe a few changes, followed by uploading to lulu.com for publish. My advice to anyone would be that if you are not serious about this endeavor, do not start such a trip. It takes much work, dedication, thought, forbearance and the ability to be flexible with outside interruptions.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

IN PEACE



The air is alight with angels. They float as mist across the outer edges of my eye. I blink to sweep them into veiled places. They trace my cheek with whispers. They line my soul from the inside out with images of love. My dreams are filled with mirrors. I gaze into the deepest colors of my soul. Somewhere in the distance, I feel the invisible arms of God's Son.
I slumber......................