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[Note...this will catch all up onto my last day in CA...but there is a poem that ties up the ending very well...entitled "View from the airport carpet…"

Enjoy!

~*~

10-05-04 4:00 a.m.

It is so easy to slide through a vacation, albeit trying to capture every moment.  Oct 4 slipped away so fast.  Yvonne and I woke up relatively early [early for Yvonne – I am still on KS time].  I went downstairs for Y’s café latte and a cup of coffee for me.  Upon return, and four sips later, the latte was deemed undrinkable, so the search for a Starbucks was on.  We showered, dressed, and packed efficiently and quickly.  The café jitters were starting to get to Y.  

After a bit of dickering over our bill [no major problems – it was just that my ISP provider gave me an out-of-town number which was “local” but still incurred long distance costs…some questioning by me of “how is one to know, when dialing a “9” to get an outside line, a local number placed, and no operator’s canned voice coming on saying, “dial 1” or “add area code” to provide fair warning that the number dialed is actually another town’s number…and I got the $150 phone bill down to $35.  As the techno-age wears on, we continue to learn more and more…  So the secret is – check the phone number prefix in any local phone book to see if that is one that is actually in the town you are staying in.  Simple as silk on glass.

Car packed, motor running, latte-starved, we were on the great search for the Starbucks downtown.  After obtaining her “café latte, lo-fat, no foam” drink, my friend went from “do you want nice, or do you want me?” stage of her morning and we proceeded on to a Baker’s Square restaurant for breakfast.  I normally never eat breakfast on a weekday…except when traveling.

Breakfast was great…probably because we were both just plain hungry after the long weekend.   A lot of emotion had been spent, and it was a feeling of natural refueling to tackle the forthcoming week.  As I had purchased a few small things, I needed to “lighten my load” so we proceeded on to a pack and mail place to ship some stuff back home.  MUCH less expensive than paying over-weight charges at the airport!

Yvonne took me on to the Enterprise office and I picked up a Chevy Malibu.  Not too shabby…an upgrade because I arrived early and their “intermediate” size car had not yet been returned.  [Car?  Yep…still a “small town”].  However, driving around my old stomping grounds by myself, and later with my cousin, showed me that in essence, CA greed has remained unchanged.  If there is a chance to take a small spot, build an overpriced, albeit cheaply built home and ask for an outrageous sales price, then it WILL happen.  

My cousin proceeded to explain that salaries here – in the blue collar jobs especially, are not much more or about the same as mid-west salaries/compensation.  And yet, these homes range in price from 3 to 10 times more than what the rest of the nation pays.  It is simply amazing.  It never used to be this bad…or at least, if it was, back in the 40’s and later 50’s, I was simply not aware of it.  The building market was never this outrageous some 20 years ago.  Or this spread out!  The sugar beet fields are gone.  There are still some strawberry fields, yes, but the “agri” sense of my hometown is gone.

My cousin further explained that people “live on” credit cards.  We’re not talking about high-spenders, or irresponsible folk.  They simply cannot survive any other way, if not for the credit that you and I work so hard to maintain.

I may have said it earlier, but it’s worth repeating…about the only thing that has stayed the same are the street names.  

While showing my cousin’s husband some photos on my computer, and showing some nature shots of Kansas and its’ weather, he commented…”we never see skies like that” and I was struck anew of the rainbow skies under which I reside.  No…they never see a sunset of pinks, golds, mauves and purples, nor reddish-orange/royal purple, dark skies like I see come over us.  At least, not in all areas of CA…we are that far south that the haze of smog has even overtaken our small, once clean, valley air.

“Your skies are so crisply blue…” as he observed fall pictures of golden cottonwoods and azure skies.

Yes, they are.

~*~

10-05-04, and it’s not quite 5:00 a.m. here on the west coast.  I cannot seem to get off of Kansas time, which overall is ok, the shock won’t be quite so great once I return.  When a person gets to this age, some bodily functions just won’t stand much adaptation, and if I were to push it to fit this time zone, there would probably be a price to pay, physically, when I return home.  So…go with the flow.

Today I will leave for the southern climes of CA…and take my time in getting to Camarillo.  If I see some place that I want to stop…then I’m stopping.  Whatever comes my way…will be explored.  We always say, “oh, we should have stopped…that would have been a great photo opportunity.”

The opportunities are splayed before me today…     

~&~

Tuesday, Camarillo…

Time spent alone, contemplating, can be good for one’s soul.  Won’t go into the details now, but my alone time in Camarillo was well worth that singular day which gave me much to think about.  Everyone should experience a bit of time like that to themselves; whether it be through reading, or writing; sitting alone in the quiet, or listening to music.  Feel the time around you – let it be your friend, and embrace it thoroughly.  Look into the eyes in the shadows of your soul, and do not fear them.  Look back on the memories of your life, acknowledge all – feats, fears, wrong-doings, and especially the things you’ve done well.  All of this is the makeup of your mentality, and your well-being.  Accept, as they say, what you cannot change, and change that which you can.

Change is good…

~*~

Wednesday found me following a dear cousin’s suggestion…instead of going on Hwy 101 toward LA, I went west on Los Posos Road, but MISSED the slight turn of the road [it was 6:00 a.m., heavy fog, and still quite dark!]  I ended up at the guards’ shack on the outskirts of Port Hueneme…and immediately began to pull out my driver’s license and roll down the window…I’ve been lost before, and knew what to expect.  The guard was very kind, having been in my neck of the woods during his growing up time…and asked if I knew where certain places were in location to my town of Salina.  Oh yes!  We enjoyed a nice chat, and he guided the “lovely lady” around, pointed her in the right direction, and returned my license.  For being such an early hour of the day, he was in a wonderful mood…

I followed Route 1 then, the “scenic” route of the California highway system, and enjoyed the ride immensely.  Got out onto one of the camping beaches before sunrise, and just listened.  For those of you who are landlocked and never hear the real sound of the ocean, I am only sorry that I cannot give you that joyful sound.  Any recorded ocean sounds are only good for “so long”, or are repetitive, and you can hear the small “click” and recognize the waves of before.  Such is not the way it is with the ocean.  There is no repetition…each wave crashes upon itself in various sounds…and all of them are good…

Later in the morning I arrived at my aunt and uncle’s home in the LA area, and spent a few hours there.  My grandmother woke enough to not only recognize me, but speak to me as well.  She is failing fast, and it will be a blessing to all when she does decide to let go.  This lovely person I held hands with is not the person even she would recognize.  I doubt she has seen a mirror in a couple of years…she is waiting to die.  Hopefully, now that she saw her first-born granddaughter, she will let go, God willing.  

That afternoon, I headed north/north-west…and with a little help from a flower-girl via cell phone, found my way to Martie and Taylor’s home.  And what a home!  Warmth, comfort, and love felt like the vines and vast shrubs and flowers that lead you into their home.  Eclectic is another word we can ascribe to Martie and Taylor now…with all things bearing some deeply rooted feeling or memory.  What a thrill it was to be with them for two nights and a full day!

Our first night together found Taylor “holding his own” with his chemo treatments!  You go, Taylor!  They invited me to join them at one of their favorite restaurants, where it was two bottles of wine for the price of one!  Well, that is yet another of the “good deals” I’ve run across on this journey [and if I have missed sharing several of my good deals and marvelous fortunes, I’ll get back to them some day…]  The dinner was excellent, and we ate out on the patio in the open air.  It is easy to see that Taylor’s floral business makes him quite well known in the area…there wasn’t a stranger to be found, and vocal greetings floated across the air with almost every bite of food we took.  Glendora is a wonderful, small community, nestled at the foothills of Michelle’s Mountain.  Due to caution, the hills were closed to travelers…it is fire season.  So, no hike up the hills this time, but perhaps…

Next time.  Right, Martie?  And Taylor…you keep that wonderful spirit of yours UP!  

On Thursday, Martie and I spent some wonderful time together, and we did a bit of housecleaning, then fed the birds, dog, and cat, and even fed the stray peacock that Martie has taken in.  Oh, I must mention Taylor’s having found a young pigeon, as well, that fell out of its nest.  You can only guess who was raising this bird, named Bird, to fledgling status, and when I left, it was all but ready to take on the world, on it’s own.  Go, Bird!

A couple of poets were able to come and meet up with us in the Fullerton Arboretum…what a delightful day!  I was introduced to Martie’s fall-up leaf tree…I even got to sit on Martie’s special bench.  If you want a relaxed, laid-back time…and you’re in the Glendora area, call on Taylor and Martie…they will show you a home that is filled with love.

On Friday morning, Martie and I scrambled some words.  She also scrambled breakfast, and what a great meal that was.  I found out just how much we are alike, which pleased me even more.  It is pleasing to know that the “sisterhood” between Martie and I only strengthened in real time.  I left some words behind with her, which I understand she added to…and I am looking forward to seeing that poem, and how it turned out.  

I then took leave of Martie and Taylor on Friday morning around 9:00 a.m. or so…and leaned back into the car and let it guide me home to Santa Maria.  

The trip “home” to Santa Maria was probably much of what homing pigeons experience.  Set your nose in the right direction, and you are there.  It seemed that short of a drive.  My family, being the kind they are, left a door open for me.  I ‘netted for a short while, knowing that my ISP service is not what it is cracked up to be…and any “local” number isn’t necessarily local.  When my cousins arrived home, we had a wonderful dinner with plenty of drinks to go around…and all hit the hay early in order for me to be transported to San Luis Obispo at o-dark-thirty Saturday morning.

Saturday morning, October 9, 2004…

I am typing this as I sit in the Phoenix airport.  I tried calling my adopted sis…but she is not in.  Ah well.  You will have to bear the brunt of the story.  My SLO flight was cancelled because the overnight incoming flight was cancelled due to … fog.  All of the passengers that were to have boarded that flight were “courteously” bussed down to Santa Barbara…a 90-minute drive.  Once at the SB airport, they inserted my name in backwards [go figure] and had me waiting in SB until 3:35 PST.  HUH?

Not fair!  I was already in line, so proceeded to show the very nice young man ALL of my information and that is when he found the goof…but he couldn’t let me on until all other passengers who were “goofless” had boarded…he would call “standby” and that would be my cue.

I cued in all right…and still can’t leave Phoenix until 5:34 p.m. tonight.  It is now 12:35 p.m. Phoenix time, so I am quite sure I will not be one of the harried passengers that will be running down my plane.  What an opt time to finish my book, except this floor is exceptionally hard.  That’s right.  No on-line connection, but an electrical plug under the phone lines, so…I’m recharging my phone battery while catching up on my journal.  Never leave a moment to waste.  I MAY have to buy another book, however, because my four-hour flight home is going to be QUITE long…

And I may stay over in Wichita tonight depending on the weather and the time I get in.  Even I know how far to push myself, and a 20-hour day may be JUST a bit too far!

Better to get up first thing in the a.m. and head out fresh.  What’s to stretching a vacation just one more day.  Heck, I even thought I could board a Houston flight, and visit our friends down there, too…but THAT flight doesn’t leave until even later than my Wichita connection…

So the vacation is on the verge of ending on a fine note.  I find it a bit comical to observe for all of your enjoyment that I am not the only female on the floor, using a computer and recharging batteries.  There are two other lovely blonde ladies enjoying the carpet with me.  I doubt one would ever see a man doing this.  But that’s ok.  You know now we ladies tend to multi-task without complaint, and truly make the most of our time!

~*~

Thanks for "tripping" with me!


[This message has been edited by Sunshine (10-12-2004 03:29 PM).]

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76 posted 10-15-2004 02:58 PM       View Profile for jellybeans   Email jellybeans   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for jellybeans


just wanted to share a photo of my daughter and son that I found. It was in pretty bad shape but I worked on it and restored it over the weekend...it will be a year soon, and my muse is thankfully silent...as am I...but I miss you all ...very much

jb sends her love
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77 posted 10-15-2004 03:04 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

JB, do you know how this pleases me, to know that you would share such a lovely sight on this particular thread?

Some things are meant to be found out in their own time...

This, I know.

Thank you, sweetheart, for putting this very special photograph here, for all of us to share with you.
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78 posted 10-15-2004 03:06 PM       View Profile for jellybeans   Email jellybeans   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for jellybeans

thank you lady, for this thread woven of friendships in which I feel safe to share my love and my sadness...you all mean so much to me...
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79 posted 10-15-2004 07:02 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

JB?

..Thank you.
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80 posted 10-15-2004 08:25 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

JB...and all of our poet friends...

this is the safest home I have ever encountered.  There truly is no fear here...we speak our minds, we come on in...we travel safe, in Ron's home....

he has many doors, several windows that light our way...

and if he runs across this particular comment, he will know how very grateful I am in so many ways for all he has given over the years, how many thousands of lives he has helped change....

I will never be able to give back enough...

Never.

But I can keep trying!  
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81 posted 10-17-2004 05:21 AM       View Profile for Kielo   Email Kielo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kielo

Hello all. Just dropping by to say hi. I have a job again, so I may be around regularly in a couple weeks. At the moment I'm actually AT work. I got here at 12. Working until 7 tomorrow morning... Which I suppose is actually this morning. About 5 hours left to go. I'm bored out of my skull. I work front desk at a hotel. Obviously there isn't much going on at 2:20am, so I just sit here and wish I was in bed.

I wouldn't normally complain, but I only found out I was working the shift at 9pm today. Someone is sick.

I don't know if I've been around since my girlfriend moved to Edmonton... but I miss her like crazy. We talk all the time on the phone, and we're nearly halfway between when she left and when we get to see each other next.

Depending on how coherent I am, I may end up reading this whole thread... but at the moment I think I'm going to go try napping.

I miss you all. I've been thinking of you.

Kielo
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82 posted 10-17-2004 11:16 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Kielo - if you're so bored that the only entertainment is "this whole thread"...then I most certainly wish you a good nap!  LOL...you gave me my first chuckle this Sunday morning...

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83 posted 10-20-2004 09:01 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I shared, tonight, a poem with my brother, who inspired it to begin with.  I was very concerned that perhaps his emotions would take over, as his meds do cause some emotional override at times...but he did well in reading it.

Why am I stating this?  Because, I guess, if you can manage to go ahead and speak with your heart through your hands and create poetry...then by God, people, share it with the ones you love....

it is THAT important.

Just as important as letters and notes and phone calls...

And Magnus?  If you read this?  Yes, Sir...I know already, that priorities have changed, and the job, and other things, no longer come first over family...

for time is much too short in so many instances, Sir...so you will be pleased to know that we "talk" most every night [easier on my brother, who sometimes is short on breath, but his fingers work] so we correspond mostly through IM and e-mail, and have been doing so these last two years...BUT...there is NOTHING like a hug...

nothing.

K
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84 posted 10-20-2004 09:11 PM       View Profile for Magnus   Email Magnus   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Magnus

No, dear lady....there is nothing like a
hug.  It goes much further than any internet
connection ever will.  

We are all blessed to have this given to us.
It has brought continents into our dens and
living rooms,  cultures and thoughts,  
friendships by the droves.  laughs a minute
and tears as well...so much we have now,
and the price is so minute compared to what
we can derive from it.  Yes,  it seems too
often a funeral seems to be about the only
thing that brings families together.  Family
reunions don't draw the crowds that were
drawn 20 years ago.  Our fathers and mothers
are either dead or aged,  they cannot travel
far...and for those of us,  those that no
longer have their parents to call...Oh God,
to be able to just once more say hi,  such
a gift it would be.  Love those you have
while you can.  Put down the pen and pick up
the phone....send that email NOW, not tomorrow...

Tomorrow might be too late...one never knows.

Thanx Sunshinyone....for bringing me here.
I will try to take the time to read what
you have given to us....just bear with me,
ok?
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85 posted 10-21-2004 05:53 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

See post #74 if this confuses you... http://piptalk.com/pip/Forum29/HTML/001721-3.html#74

quote:
The Poet Laureate of Kansas Selection Panel, which met on October 15, 2004, in Topeka, has selected Jonathan Holden, Manhattan, Kansas, as the Poet Laureate of Kansas for the term beginning July 1, 2005 through June 30, 2007.  The KAC will convene in Atchison, Kansas, December 9, to formalize its decision and a press release will be issued at that time.


I want to thank everyone of you who wished me luck and truly believed that I would receive the nod.  The next nomination deadline is anticipated to be in the summer of 2006.  I guess that gives me time to hone my craft, perhaps get published [again] and overall improve my chances for the next round.

At least I won't be bummed out around my birthday!  Hugs, Karilea



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86 posted 10-22-2004 08:16 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Neat thing happened today.  I sent the new Kansas Poet Laureate a congratulatory e-mail...and he responded.  

THAT is a good thing...
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87 posted 10-22-2004 08:56 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

...hey you?

What does KANSAS know from poetry anyhow???



(I tease, but just a bit. So my bias is showing...in my particular case, what hasn't?)



Have a hug, my sister, and write me something sweet?

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Yeah Karilea, write something sweet for Karen. You are our poet laureate, right?
And you thought I wasn't paying attention!

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

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89 posted 10-23-2004 08:04 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Serenity, Larry...you are both big hugs, y'know that?  Truly, I'm not bummed at all [we leave that for you, sissie... ] and after looking at the background of some of the losers I stand in very good company.  

I've been thinking of contacting those who tried and failed, start a "Poets of Failure" group, and encourage everyone to go ahead and follow through with whatever they had put in their statements that they were going to carry through, IF they made the cut for Poet Laureate.     What do you think???

Serenity, my muse is in hiding, but I think I found a "something sweet" for you [Larry, serenity will share...] and if this wasn't what you were hoping for, I know that after a little while, when she smells the coffee, my muse will return...




In my Perhaps

It is in the soft light
of tiffany lamp
meditation meets quiet,
reflection greets wisdom,
in my perhaps,
lies hope.

In my perhaps,
are many opportunities
as so many more possibilities
lie within,
many more so than just
maybe,

or even,
we’ll see.

A soft promise that
indicates kismet is just
around the corner,
where serenity awaits,
perchance it be today,
or in whim
of tomorrow’s fancy.

Perhaps seems more a pledge,
awaiting blood’s ties
to thoughtful reverence.

Perhaps
is akin to a slip stream
of expect,
awaiting with trust
that wishes shall be
fulfilled.

In my Perhaps
rests the underlying encouragement
that all things shall be
as ever was

and

if asked what aura
surrounds my perhaps,

trust me…

it is orb-hued green.
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Sweet, indeed, Kari! I thank ye much.

and psssst...I love your idea.

As for your muse? hmmm...you suppose YOUR muse and my muse are off together somewhere?

amusing thought, eh? sheesh
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Well, why it may not be a "bad" idea, serene one, I did a little research this morning on most of the applicants [one or two couldn't be found via internet] and you know what?  With the exception of one...all are either KU, KSU, Wichita University Professors and/or published authors.  One of the exceptions is a lady I want to go meet - she's around 94-95 years of age!!!  In 2001, an article said she was "just beginning to write" and I understood from the interview that she lives in a "world of clutter"...maybe our muses need more clutter?  I'll do a little more researching on this marvelous woman of silver hair [and silver-colored nails to match, or so says the article] and get back to you about her...she seems to be quite an interesting character!

But in the meantime, I'm dusting off my novel and sticking my nose back into that project...which is PROBABLY the reason why my muse is missing!!!
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92 posted 10-24-2004 08:58 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Some five years and a little short of four months ago, I was looking for a place of substance in the world of poetry.  

I had originally been with a website of "angelic poetry"...and not that mine ever was [in its attempts] or is now...but it felt right at the time.  However... no one is so angelic [with extreme thank yous to those who are and nod to Earth Angel and others] that their site was doing for others, that it did not seem...constricted.  They had no way of doing so many things...like being a safety deposit for poetry...never ever did they mention anywhere that one should "back up" their work...

I wonder at the words of mine that once were, now floating in a netherzone....

and I praise this site every day.  So many clues as to how to keep one's work safe...so many guidelines as to why one should regard the rules and regs...

so many ways to do things right.

That is why I stay with this site.  So many are copying this with their regulations, requirements, and overall look of this site, so many dream the dream that the sitemaster of this site dreamed...but no one has of yet, that I have found, stayed true to their goal...

and I wish them all well.  I have even joined up with one, or two...

however...

  There is NO place like home...

I left home once...
and I may explore next door...
but I know where good is...
and I know where I'm staying, for as long as one or two of us have breath.

Thank you, Mr. Wizard.
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93 posted 10-27-2004 11:00 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

If there would be a night
where I could wish my delight
it would be to see a full eclipse
and the feel of .... on my lips...
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94 posted 11-02-2004 01:48 AM       View Profile for GG   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for GG

Stories, folks... Tell stories.
I'm tired of politics.
Please?

He was a man of sorrows
...I am a girl of tears.

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95 posted 11-02-2004 05:54 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Ah, GG...yes, dear.  A good story goes a long way.  Let me get a few things done, dear, and I will be back in with a story or two of my own.

In the meantime, let's see if we can rap on serenity's door...

Serenity!  You in there???  C'mon out...

we need a story!
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96 posted 11-02-2004 07:19 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

For you, GG, from a few years ago...

~*~

Showering Thoughts and Falling Back

Being more of a shower-person than a bath person, it comes as no surprise to me that my mind works just as well [or not] under the sting of the hottest water.  I will stand for long, long moments just allowing the trickle and stream of water to hit and hurt and cascade over and down, allowing the only movement to be the wrinkling of my fingertips as time ticks on…

Mom always said that I thought too much…and she was right.  There is nothing grammatically correct about my thoughts, they stream as much as the water rivulets from the showerhead does, on and on, with drops reaching here and there and down and bouncing back up if they connect just right on this skin of thought.  Water droplets all around, only to dissipate into a foggy mist or just dry up, period.

It was 4:00 a.m., but it was really 5:00 a.m. when I awoke without use of alarms or recorded sounds or anything but this internal clock of mine.  I don't despise the Fall Back time of setting clocks and alarms and VCRs, microwaves and pendulums, for most people will gain that hour of sleep, and I will gain an hour of active thought.  I am most comfortable with myself, but unfortunately, some are not.

It is hard to be a wakeful person when you are married to a sleepy person.  No matter what I would do when awake at these oddly quiet hours, whether it be reading, ironing, watching TV or trying to kid myself that I may someday be a for-real author, I would be chastised by those who would sleep.  Favorite word that pops up by my sleepyhead aroused from slumber is "you're obsessed."

A guess on my part would be I feel that time is slipping by.  Didn't we just exhibit and example that with the turning back of the clocks, which won't gain us any real time, because we will just give it up and back and away when we forward through it in Spring of next year.

And I just plain do not want to miss any of it.
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97 posted 11-02-2004 01:50 PM       View Profile for Larry C   Email Larry C   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Larry C's Home Page   View IP for Larry C

Karilea,
That was a gorgeous write with so much food for thought. Goes well with coffee! Thanks.

I'm sure glad Karen was willing to share...


If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
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98 posted 11-02-2004 05:33 PM       View Profile for GG   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for GG

You're the best thank you.

I spent all morning helping run a mock electioon for my highschool. This is a good break to come home to.

Someday (soon hopefully) you will be a for-real author, and you'll have fans awake in the mornings reading over and over because they just don't want to miss any of it.

Thank you so much for your story! Enjoyed

Always, Alyssa

He was a man of sorrows
...I am a girl of tears.

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99 posted 11-02-2004 10:22 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Alyssa...keep a secret?  Shhhh...

In about an hour, I am going to submit, via request by a publisher, a novel I have been working on for two years now...well, almost three...[bummer thought, hey?] but it has been through its spawning, a metamorphosis [editing] and until unbiased eyes read it [as some here at Passions had a chance to read it in Prose some time back, before the kindly Wizard poofed it...]...

then hopefully it will morph into a true book.  Heck...all things can go wrong, this I know...sometimes I think Murphy's law sits on my shoulder, but...

and I hold this BUT close to my heart...

too many of the fine folk of Passions believes it can be.  What more then, I say, should I question?  These are educated, fine folk.  I even got a wink and nod from the highest of sources.

But, m'dear, I will tell you straight.  It was my brother who said to me, "sweetheart, follow your dreams."  There are too many who will say that dreamers are losers.  Not so.  If it weren't for the dreamers, the practicals would never exist.

So...

In a few hours, I am going to punch a button and submit a work of ... love.  A baby, ready to be birthed.  A moment, which will either exist with this publisher, or not.  If not...

then at least I know I tried, yes?

And guess what?  I will try, again.

I know too many wonderful folk who are "making it" right now...and when their moment of publication comes, I know they will be here to share it with us.

We have to get over being "shy".  My largest fault..."someone can do it better than I can."  Well, sometimes we have to admit that the "someone" is in our own mirror.

GG, thank you for helping me share with others.

Love, Karilea
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