Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Write about your plans for the weekend. If you had 48 hours to do whatever you wanted, no holds barred, how would you spend your time? I don't have "weekends", so let's stick with 48 hours. RUNAWAY As a child I did not run away from home, but I wanted to. As an adult I ran away more than once. I tell folks that I died where I grew up once and left, came back and died again, that there will be no third time, that I'm too tired to rise again. But 48 hours... ...tempts me. I'd visit family I haven't seen in over a decade. My sister still lives in the family home so it would be a shock to walk around the old block and see what is still there... and what is missing. Maybe I could spend the night... maybe not. And I'd drop in on a friend I last saw May 13th many years ago. Yes, I should call first. But all I want is to take him out to lunch and sit and chat. More than that may be stressful. I've only met members of his family once. I'd try to not be pulled down into the vortex of trauma that swirls around that place, not be tricked by ghosts that guard it. I'd want enough hugs to last another decade or two, but no new overwhelming memories nor regrets that haunt. Just a quick stop-in and run-back-out. ***** Today's flash fiction three word prompt is: law, noise, dark. I think I may fashion a cowboy romance with a touch of vampire blood. What say y'all? Yesterday's flash:
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