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 |    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 L  V 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 |
| Well let's talk about someone (Sum1?) who is constantly getting his wires crossed or uncrossed or maybe it's chip and programs and what-not. The technology is so beyond me. And let's not forget to mention those road trips of wine and roses (or was that food poisoning?) as he traipses across the country four wheels on the ground and get-out-of-his-way. He knows I-70, I-80, I-90 and how to rest at home (occasionally). He's even known to take a plane! To places like Montrose (does it really REALLY exist?) I'll take his word. No one goes through airport after airport just to make it up. If I had a car... I could be like him! Well, I couldn't straighten out clients heads after they've... we won't go there... And wires and electronics and systems confuse me. So, Happy Birthday to Someone (Sum1).  ACCOMPLISHMENTS: wrote, walked across the bridge to a reading. IMAGES: warm sun, cold breeze; scent of lilacs in bloom; red sand in the sidewalk cracks; 20 gathered to hear Amy read her prose poems; shrimp with remoulade and cocktail sauce; lemon cookie; low temp (96.9º). NEW BLOGVILLE: Just slogging my way around the small bloggy town. Seems to be wet most places. Could it be Spring? Thor - the other brother I am the good boy. Always the one they never worry about. Smash. Game over. Watch the glass! Darryl sure knows how to dunk. He just doesn't know how to control his body. All 300 pounds of it. And he has a bad habit of hanging onto the rim. Our parents never allow him to play barefoot. Too much glass. They never talk about the price of shoes or how he wears them out. At least he doesn't lose them like his big brother Brad who's allergic to footwear... and clothes in general. I am the other brother. No one talks about me. I keep Brad in line best I can. I just stay out of the way of Darryl and later clean up the mess. Sports run in our family. Literally. Grandma runs the marathon and grandpa would if he weren't dead. Dad rows his boat and Mother just floats with a piña colada in a frosted glass... when she isn't doing laps. Brad likes to wrestle. Darryl too when he doesn't have a b-ball game. I play the flute. Quietly. After I've finished my archery lessons. No one watches. I'm not very good. But at least I don't break anything and I know how to keep my clothes on! My brothers call me Robinhood. I'm so NOT. I've been far too ugly for far too long. By-the-way, I'm Thor. I want you to know that everyone always gets my story all upside down. I was the good boy. The one they never worried about. Until it all went wrong. © Kåre Enga (9.mayo.2019) [176.75] 101.695 |
| So far away Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore It would be so fine to see your face at my door Doesn't help to know you're just time away A very painful topic. I have lived here 10 years. I feel safe here but these mountains aren't my home. And the places I travel just remind me that I don't have a "home". I left for good years ago thinking I'd be gone for two weeks. It still hurts deeply. I left a lot of baggage but I also left those I loved the most. My journal is written to one of them. Most of them are still there. I was the one who left. Do they miss me? Perhaps some do. I'm sure of that. I miss the good times but cannot reminisce without the reasons for leaving intruding and destroying that joy. I just try to block out that "time before". When... if... I move from here I'd like to move back to the prairie. I felt freer there, more in tune with the world. But 15 years ago when I did go back it was a disaster and I cannot turn the clock back 40 years. That place is gone and what has replaced it would be alien. Still I dream of Kansas and wheat and Iowa and corn fields. But I wouldn't go back to where I was raised. Yes, it was a beautiful place, but treacherous... one I don't mention often... it was never safe. I still have family there and probably friends if I would just let them get to know me again. I'm not sure it's worth the risk. One more song about moving along the highway Can't say much of anything that's new If I could only work this life out my way I'd rather spend it being close to you So pursuant to yesterday's prompt: I'd emigrate to Mars if I could take my loved ones with me. The lyrics to "So Far Away" are Carol King's... from another time and place. ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Only went grocery shopping. No great sales this week. Chatted with friends. I needed to. I spent the day at home. Read lots of blogs. Wrote another flash fiction. IMAGES: The end of apricot blossom time, wind, streaks of rain, hum of the city; taste of tuna-farfalle-cream-of-celery and later vanilla ice cream with Dr. Pepper. NEW BLOGVILLE: I read how many folks are less than thrilled to leave their comfort zones. Does travel, new people, new experiences frighten them? Everyone's reasons are so personal. But leaving one's comfort zone is the only way to grow. I sincerely wish everyone the best. From ash to ashes Thoom administered colloidal silver. Barely a drop. Made Sarah take one garlic pill, waited for results. It was one of those lazy days, puffy clouds and humid. We all kept to the shade, except for Lily. Lily wouldn't venture out from the ice-house. None of us wanted to move but it was important to check on Sarah every hour. Her fever wasn't going down and she was turning grey. Neither were good signs. We sat around The Shallot. The fan was cranking. The ice block was melting. Thoom made sure we all sipped our lemonade. She had made a special batch with mint and chamomile. She knew we needed to keep calm and we knew that she knew. When Lily visited that evening with fresh chilled blood we almost went into a frenzy. But Thoom held up one finger and politely poured each of us a small glass. Lily sat with Sarah, encouraging her to take a few sips. My appetite's off, she croaked. Sarah was notorious for her unquenchable thirst. Not a good sign. Maybe we should check to see if there's some other problem? What hurts? When did this happen? Where? Thoom listened to the inquisition, mentally taking notes. She approached Sarah and began to search. Arms okay, Legs okay. Turn the other way guys, I need to get personal. Finally she checked Sarah's hair. Sarah was proud of her luxurious hair. Did you get your hair caught in something? Ah... It’s worse than I thought. Thoom asked for tweezers and removed a splinter. Ash! Lily exclaimed in horror. We shuddered. Wood can kill us. Ash was the worse. But Sarah, undauntable Sarah, just groaned. Does this mean I'll have to skip the hoedown tomorrow? Thoom smiled sweetly but Lily flashed her one of those looks. © Kåre Enga (8.mai.2019) [176.74]
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