Honor

English: Young Nelson Mandela. This photo date...

English: Young Nelson Mandela. This photo dates from 1937. South Africa protect the copyright of photographs for 50 years from their first publication. See . Since this image would have been PD in South Africa in 1996, when the URAA took effect, this image is PD in the U.S. Image source: http://www.anc.org.za/people/mandela/index.html (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I came across the following quote this morning, hours before an announcement that the great Nelson Mandela had passed away…

“What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived.

It is what difference we have made to the lives of others

That will determine the significance

Of the life we led.”

Nelson Mandela

Rest in peace…your living was not in vain!

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R & R

Moonlit leaves rest well
Until tomorrow when light winds blow
Rustling colors float

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Mental Haiku

This internal storm
Inside me wants to burst forth, but for
The grace of God – calm

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Continual Resort #10|Checking Traps

Continual Resort #10|Checking Traps

businessman talking over phone

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Donny finally managed to compose his list of ingredients for his new entrée idea although he was quite perturbed by the days events. Not knowing how this weekend would play out and not caring much, Donny gave Sandy the heads up to let everyone else know that he was taking the rest of the day off and would not be back until Tuesday. In an odd way, he did find some comfort in being able to take time to gather his thoughts on all that was happening in his life. He also felt better about being able to plan on seeing his daughter during his time off. It would give him a chance to casually question Sheralyn about what she may or may not know about Linda’s sneaking around.

He truly did not want to become suspicious and cause things between himself and Linda to blow up again, but he could not help but wonder because his father had actually told the truth – for once. Donny was determined to not let his family issues to destroy what he had with Linda, but still…he needed to understand what was going on right under his nose.

Pushing all doubts aside before leaving work, Donny thought about John, because he would be stopping by the store on the way home. “I guess I’ll hook old boy up today.” With an ample ‘to-go’ box in a bag, Donny quickly headed towards Walmart so that John’s meal would still be reasonably warm once he received it.

“Awww, so you remembered me after all! Thanks man!” John graciously took the bag from Donny who was happy to be of some use to the man who sat regularly in front of the store…asking and hoping for help from somewhere – anywhere. John smiled. “Is this that mah-hee-mah-hee thang that I had at your place that day?”

“Well John, it ain’t really my place…I just work there.”

“Really? Yer shit’n me! Well…if that ain’t yer place then it damn shore oughta be, but whoever owns tha place is damn smart, I’ll tell’ya that.” Donny chuckled and smiled before answering.

“Yeah, uh…it’s actually my dad’s place. He worked a long time and went through a lot of shit to get there too, so I sorta learned what I know from him.”

John already knew full well the information that Donny had freely and unknowingly given him before he left. John was sure that Donny knew nothing about how his father had actually ‘worked his way up’, but as soon as the fitting season arrived, the perfect storm would blow into all of their lives without warning, and John vowed that he would either live or die  through it – satisfied.

**

With her last client happy and gone, Linda quickly and thoroughly cleaned her utensils and station before heading to her mother’s house to tell her the good news about the meeting with the agent from the Angel Investment program. Sheralyn answered her daughter’s excited rapping and doorbell ringing; curious about what had caused Linda’s elated actions.

She brushed past her mother and headed for her usual seat at the kitchen table.

“Oh, mom I don’t have time for coffee right now. I’m so excited I could just burst! ”

“And that is exactly what looks like will happen if you don’t spit it out, but aren’t you forgetting something – or should I say – someone?”

“Oh, my goodness mom…I’m sorry. Bri must be asleep because she didn’t come to the door with you as usual.”

“Well, you’re right and I’m glad that she was asleep because you would have knocked the poor child over and stepped on her on your way in. I barely managed to keep myself standing.” Sheralyn smiled knowing that Linda had very good news, so she calmly sat at the table, waited, and listened. “So, what’s all the hoopla about?”

Linda composed herself a bit and began to explain the call from the agent who would be aiding her in the start-up of her salon. She explained in great detail her conversation with Steve and asked Sheralyn if she would keep Brianne another day so that she could attend her meeting the following day to which her mother agreed but noticed that Linda had not mentioned Donny.

“Well, I’ll say it this way…I’m really happy for you and I’m very hopeful that you know what you are getting into, but this does seem a bit hasty. On the other hand, this may well be the break that you need, but you do know to not let anyone rush you until you have all aspects in place mentally and otherwise, right? I also notice that you apparently have not spoken to Donny about all of this – right again?”

Linda calmed down considerably, realizing that she had not fooled her mother through all of her animated gestures and fast talking in hopes that Sheralyn would not question her about the details that she had purposefully omitted. Although she suddenly did not want to have this discussion, it was inevitable so again, the explanations accompanied by some meager excuses began. Linda told her mother that she had not yet had a chance to speak with Donny but would be sure to tell him a little ‘white lie’ about her having to work late on Saturday. She explained that it was not time to discuss everything with him as yet, because she wanted to make sure that she was actually ready to move forward. Promising that she would in time tell Donny everything and that he deserved to know because their finances depended on it, Linda somewhat gave assurance that things had to be this way for the time being. Sheralyn held a look of skepticism, but accepted what she was told for fear of putting a damper on Linda’s gleeful demeanor, but despite all, she still needed to delve deeper.

“So what you’re saying is that I should not make mention of your plans for tomorrow and after you’re sure of all of this, you will have a talk with the father of your child? Linda, you know that I don’t like lying about anything no matter how crucial it may be, but I guess I’ll have to let it slide this time…I just don’t understand why he can’t know beforehand.”

“Oh mom! Can’t you see? Like I said, this really is happening kind of fast and I really need to be absolutely sure of everything involved. It’s not that I think things won’t work out. The agent – Steve, is so nice to me and he explains everything so plainly. This program is on the lookout for potential entrepreneurs and they help people in the community so I’m actually just being extra careful. You know how I am…I have to see it through to the end before I spill the beans. Steve has already made it clear that I won’t be rushed into anything and there will be some involvement in learning the ropes which is a good thing. He assured me that he would be with me every step of the way with anything that I needed to learn and that I wouldn’t have to worry about being funded and left without knowing anything else afterwards. Mom, you’ve just got to do this for me this one time!”

By this time, Brianne awakened to the noise of her mother’s pleading and came into the kitchen for a hug and kiss, glad to see her.  She climbed into Linda’s lap, nestling her little head comfortably into her mother’s bosom and went back to sleep. Linda rocked her lovingly as Sheralyn spoke again.

“Sweetheart, I’ve known you since before the day you were born…there is still something you’re not telling me. I’m not willing to drag it out of you so I’ll just voice my suspicions. I’m sure that you already know what I’m talking about, but please tell me that this Steve guy looks like an ogre and has no other hope in life besides whatever he is doing to earn money. Her daughter gave no answer. “I thought so. Linda, you’ve got to stop this fantasizing and make up your mind about what you really want for your life. You’ve done this sort of thing ever since you were a girl and though you are still young now, you are living a grown-up life. Please don’t get yourself into any trouble. I know that you and Donny were on really shaky ground not too long ago, but you guys seem to have done well since then. Make up your mind and let business be business…don’t go out on a whim simply because you are letting your imagination get the best of you.”

Linda almost cringed at her mother’s ability to read her and be precisely right in her thoughts and suspicions.  “Damn”, she thought. She couldn’t get anything past her mother. Linda had indeed enjoyed Steve’s attentiveness and gentleman-like qualities when they’d met in person. Their phone conversation had induced even more ‘getaway from reality’ images in her mind about this stranger falling hopelessly in love with her and taking her away to live a rich and blissful life on an island far away from the norm. Fully aware that these scenarios were merely a portal through which she could temporarily erase that fateful night when her baby’s father raised his hand to her in a brief yet violent spell of anger and distrust, Linda iterated that she was and would continue to be faithful to her relationship and that she was well aware that everyone made mistakes, especially due to the fact that she had thrown the first several blows. She and Donny would be just fine, she told Sheralyn, but inside she asked herself, “Won’t we?”

*

That night, they were free in their own ways, but both had and hid their reservations about their circumstances. Donny’s frustrations followed him home. Thoughts of his brother’s remarks and nasty attitude along with his father’s  impromptu syrupy sweet friendliness that was sure to morph into an explosive and disastrous poster child for parental fuck-ups ran back and forth in his memory despite the mixture of liquor and herbal smoke invading his psyche only to induce an urge to release all. Linda’s high gave her the same urge to release the build-up of excitement, nervousness, and apprehension from all aspects of her day at work and with her mother.

Relaxed and willing, their lovemaking occurred in heated throes , though not from passion as much as the need to be free if only for a brief span of time. Their tryst soon became a hurried abruptness which would have failed Donny in Linda’s behalf had it not been for her savior – her imaginings that enabled her to reach the pinnacle of pleasure that had almost escaped her. Despite an unexpected yet satiated end to this episode of physical action, Donny was able to detect that Linda had a lot on her mind just as he did. She told him that she would be working late the next day after he spoke about his trying day. He accepted her statements and understood that her schedule was the reason for Brianne’s absence. Donny showed no inhibitions about their conversation though his suspicions grew. He had to keep his cool to avoid the potential for another argument, so he again kept his feelings hidden. Trying to see things as positively as possible, he looked forward to being able to sleep in late on Saturday and visit his baby. He also mentally broke himself down enough to take Donald up on his offer to save his material until that Monday. Still apprehensive about riding around with his father, Donny kissed Linda goodnight, turned over, and they both slept…anxious to experience what the events of the next day would bring.

**

Donald had finally convinced Jesse to take her meds. For some reason, she had no intentions on going through this process, but gave in to her husband’s admonitions. He wet a cool hand towel to place on her forehead while continuing to try to encourage her of the wonderful weekend that they were sure to have. Their son would be over, and hopefully everyone would be present at church on Sunday to stand under his voice as he led the congregation in an earnest prayer, and they would all have dinner at Robertson’s.

“Don’t worry dear…everything is going to be all right. You just rest now, Jesse…I love you.”

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Or Else

Thinker thinks about how to take sun burst shot

Thinker thinks about how to take sun burst shot (Photo credit: davidyuweb)

All eyes fixate

On what lies before them;

All minds create opinions

Of what has been seen..

All brains collect

Data

According to what is produced;

The average, the mean…

From darkest brown

To Amber,

From cerulean blue

To emerald-green…

All eyes see the same –

Every mind works alike,

But opinions often differ

In what has been seen…

Is it because

Of Freedom,

Or could it be

Functionality…

Could it be that both works

Work to produce

The mind’s own rationality…

When raindrops fall,

Do you see mere water,

Or are they

Transparent particles of life…

When you hear a love song,

Does ‘musical piece’ come to mind,

Or imaginings of a melodic overture

From a man dedicated to his wife…

Certainly, all eyes view

The beholden –

Beautiful, physical and natural wonders

Of any given site…

But it is solely

The beholder;

Mind, thoughts, freedom and functionality

Which defines actual sight…

All things creative –

Musical, poetic, colorful, rhythmic,

Seen, heard, and felt

Are remnants of a piece…

Of creativity –

Constructed, balanced and

Made;

The beholder’s

Freedom and functionality bringing you peace…

Our own functionality collects

What we see, hear and feel

In a creative world

Which naturally compels…

All eyes and minds – ears, and hearts

To receive creations freely,

Either the same way – sometimes

Else…

In all

That we give,

And in all

That we create;

Complex reception

Of sights from the site

And peace from the pieces

Define true talent that all alike appreciate!

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Continual Resort – #9|Stepping Stones

Finally! Installment #9 is done. A combination of a busy week and a good bit of research for this installment was the reason for the humongous gap between posts, but better late than never – hope you enjoy! 🙂

Continual Resort #9|Stepping Stones

stepping stones

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Linda arrived at ‘Sweet Styles’ early Friday morning with excitement and a new outlook. Her secret meeting the week before with the agent from the Angel Investment company produced a reasonable amount of hope for her awaited dream of starting her own business just that much more tangible. She knew that she would also need to take out a loan to go along with this particular source of funding to make up for the expected high return on the investment, but this aspect would be discussed with Donny once she was sure that she would actually move forward. “All in due time.” she thought to herself as she set up her station. Despite the  possibility of a small business falling apart within its first year, Linda knew that she would be a success because of her skills and yearning to further her ability in the industry of her craft. A mark would be made in the state of Missouri, and her name would be on it. She had also been researching the ins and outs of running a business long before her discussion with this agent, but she was anxious to learn more from him.

Thinking back on this secret meeting being the cause of Donny’s suspicious questioning and her loss of temper, Linda was still determined to be discreet until she was absolutely sure about beginning this endeavor. She was not sure of how to keep Donny at bay…her only hope was that he would not see her again with that agent or anyone else that she would be having discussions with and that she could hold everything together without looking suspicious in any way.

Many thoughts went through Linda’s mind as one of her regular clients made her way from the shampoo bowl and into her chair. She was glad that she would be able to get some rest that evening by her only having seven heads lined up for the day. This would enable her to be fresh and ready for the upcoming week when she would have her next meeting with the agent…but her cell phone rang just as her client was caped and comfortable.

Linda excused herself from her customer by pointing to the break area to indicate that she had to take the call…she rushed away to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Well, hello Linda! This is Steve your agent from the Angel Investment Program…do you remember me?”

Linda’s excitement grew. “Of course, of course! I’ve been waiting on your call…I’m working right now, but I was just wondering when I would hear from you. Are you calling to set up an appointment? Oh – I’m so sorry Mr. uh…-

“Oh don’t worry Linda.” Steve feigned an honest little laugh. “Actually, that is exactly why I am calling. We need to talk about your options along with your plans in the case that you are willing and ready to get this ball rolling. Call me Steve, by the way. Also, I wanted to let you know that your credit check came out as clear as a bell. After all, no credit is better than bad credit – right?”

Linda was a bit embarrassed of the fact that she had no credit although she did have several cards. No more than two years ago when Brianne was born, she and Donny had decided that they would not run up a pile of bills that they were not sure they would be able to pay despite Linda’s acceptance of the cards that she held. On the other hand, Donny wanted no part of being a credit card holder. “If I can’t get it right then and there, I don’t need the shit.” This was his apparent motto pertaining to the issue, but he had no problem with Linda’s choices on how she controlled her finances as long as she took both of their budgets into consideration.  Although their finances were basically separate, they both provided for their daughter and paid regular bills collectively.

Bringing herself out of her thoughts and back to the conversation, Linda thanked Steve for his help, but also reminded him that she was still in the process of sorting things out such as finding affordable companies to buy equipment and products, etc., as well as hiring her staff.

“Well, Steve, I’m actually glad to hear that…you are right about the credit. I try not to go overboard with those cards because you can get yourself into a heap of debt that way, and I do not need that especially with what I intend to do. I’ve thought really hard about where my equipment will come from, and I know that I’ll have to start out pretty small at first – the hiring situation is a little rough too, but – ”

“Oh, you have to stop worrying so much my dear! That is what we’re here for. I will be the one to help you get these aspects together and the Angel Investor program will also give management advice and even helpful contacts if needed. Keep in mind that this is not a government program as you cannot actually get a grant from the government for a small business start-up. Funding and help from the Angel or should we say ‘personal’ investor program comes from people who have the experience and expertise to I guess you could say – ‘bring in new generations’ of business men and women – for a price of course, but what’s most valuable is the knowledge that you’ll receive to keep your business going successfully. That in itself will pay off in the long run. I know you’re anxious – maybe even a little scared, but I’ll be by your side every step of the way, so you don’t have to worry your pretty head about any of this. As a matter of fact, I was actually calling to set up an appointment with you so that I can give you more information about the program and what it involves, but I can tell that you’re kind of nervous about it all, so instead of meeting me at my office next week, how about having our meeting in a more relaxed environment saaay, over dinner – tomorrow? I really believe that you’ll be able to take the information in much better over a nice meal – my treat! So whad’ya say…do we have a date?”

***

Friday morning at Robertson’s looked to be a day of ease for everyone at work – except for Donny who had already given the staff their directions for the day. Customers were still coming in to try the new dish which was apparently good enough for a party of twenty to make reservations for an alumni celebration in the establishment’s special events area; the dish being everyone’s entrée.

“Word of mouth is getting around, y’all. We gotta work it this evening, so let’s get set up!” The staff was still congratulating Donny on yet another great creation and were glad to be playing their own roles in this success. They all cared for and looked up to Donny; knowing that his passion was solely to create. They were also aware that he was an aspiring writer and supported him completely…everyone except Derrick.

“Dude, its fish and some damn fruit.” Unbeknownst to Derrick, his brother overheard the statement and saw the ‘big deal’ gesture as he spoke to one of the waiters who nonchalantly shook his head, shrugged and walked away. Donny refused to be negatively phased by his brother’s remark. He even felt a tad victorious in that he knew that Derrick was jealous and still had to follow his orders despite the fact that Derrick would practically throw himself full view into the spotlight for unearned credit – all with the support of their father. “Little shit.” Donny muttered as he made his way to the office to write plans for his next  dish. He had gotten no further than a short list of ingredients for a side when an abrupt knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Frustrated now, Donny hurriedly unlocked and opened the door to see his father standing there.

“Hello, son.” “Hey, dad…what brings you here so early?” Donny was surprised to see his father after his long absence at work. ‘Payback time…damn! Here we go…’ Keeping his thoughts inside, he stepped back to let Donald in. A ball of nervousness now accompanied Donny’s initial frustration as his father pulled up a chair to sit directly across from him at the desk… staring straight at him.  Determined to keep eye contact in spite of his inner jitters, Donny thought, ‘Whatever it is, I still ain’t kissin’ no ass, so go for it!’ 

“So…how has this Friday gone for you so far? I heard about the success of your new entrée, so I came by to congratulate you. You may not realize it, but I do know that you work your ass off here…even though you’re not interested – right?” Donald’s genuine looking yet sly grin spread across his face; contemplating an answer.

“Well, yeah…I guess you could say that since you put it that way. I do feel pretty good about how everybody’s taking to the dish.” Donny decided to refrain from mentioning his brother’s reaction to the praise he was receiving from Robertson’s workers…he would stand on his own two feet.

“Good, good! I’m glad to hear that. Looks like you’re already working on something new, huh?” Donald bent and slid the paper over to his side of the desk; looking at what was written. “Hmph! I must have interrupted you, so I apologize for that. Always working, my son…I’ll bet you can’t guess my real reason for coming to speak with you, can you?” He smiled again.

“Nope, not really dad. No harm, but I really was into a new plan, but since you’re here – shoot.” Donny forced himself to control the impromptu visual scenario of his father raising a pistol to  his forehead  with that grin and pulling the trigger. He was in complete shock at his father’s next words.

“All right, son…I’ll get to the point, and I hope that you go with the flow with me on this because you really deserve it. My thought this morning is that you’ve been busting your ass for a business that you really don’t want to be a part of, but you still need a paycheck until your writing career takes off. Your loyalty shows. Though I don’t agree with the life choices that you have and are still making, I still appreciate all the work that you put in here. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be able to keep this thing up like I did as a younger man. Your father is getting up in age and I truly depend on you to teach your brother the ropes for the future, but you’ve been at it so hard lately that I thought you should have a little break. How does taking the rest of the day and Monday off sound to you? Just relax, do whatever you please, especially since you’re getting your new system set up next week, so you’ll need that day off too. Now, how does that sound? Oh yeah, and on Saturday, I would also like for you to come and visit your mom and me…you can actually check out my new system and save your um…your work – just for old times sake – I’ll even come and pick you up! It’s got to be a hell of a lot on you to be writing and working like you are. Who knows…you may even want to attend Sunday service with us…your mother will be giving the Sunday School summary and I will be doing the prayer for service.” Donald gave his older son a questioning look.

With much reluctance and a bit of comfort also, Donny agreed to all of his father’s suggestions. Overcome by a ‘just get it over with’ outlook on the situation, he was altogether sure that his father feigned wanting to spend time with him because he knew that this was exactly what Donny could do without, and for an extra added torture – church? ‘Yeah, right!’ Donny thought to himself while giving his father a goodbye hug. He felt that all of this would be worth the trouble come the following Monday.

***

Thanks for reading! If you would like to see installment #8, here it is >> Continual Resort #8

 

 

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The Hunter

Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday prompt is being held by one of my favorite followers of which I am also a ‘followee’ :), Mark Schutter! His blog has beautiful artistry and poems that come straight from his very heart. It is no surprise that he would be hosting FWF while Kellie is away and we are all in continued prayer for her beautiful baby nephew Khole.

The image prompt that Mark provided is of the magnificent ‘blood moon’. See his explanation here. At first sight, my mind immediately went to the historic Scottish Wars of Independence namely the Battle of Neville’s Cross during the time of the blood moon’s rising in October. This site is said to have been the place where David II led his troops to high ground to prepare for more battles after an unsuccessful battle with England‘s army. It is also said that the site’s erection of this stone cross was paid for by Lord Neville himself due to England’s victory of their battle with the Scottish ‘freedom hunters’.

The image of the blood moon symbolizes ‘hunting season‘, so my poem uses this symbolism (with some old Scottish phrases with meanings in the following lines) to portray the fight for the independence of 12th century Scottish people.

 

Old Scottish Sayings: These are brief definitions of some of the sayings in the poem that were not translated in the following lines after the sayings or words:

Dreich – drenched

‘We gie it laldy’ – Do it with gusto

‘Do ye dinger’ – Disapproval, loudly

‘Haud yer wheesht’ – Shhh!

‘Whit’s fer ye’ll no go by ye’ – What is meant will be

‘Fair Puckled’ – Short of breath

‘We’re a Jock Tamson’s bairns’ – We’re all God’s children

‘Lang may yer lum reek’ – Live long, stay well

‘Keep the heid’ – Be calm and wait

‘Mair’ – more

‘Ain’ – own

‘Gunnae’ – Going to

‘Frae’ – from

‘Greet’ – cry

‘Hame’ – home

‘Hoachin’ – busy

‘Failin’ means yer playin’ –  If you fail, at least you tried

 

Here goes!

The Hunter

 

hunters-moon-vegastar-carpentier

  Photo Credit: VegaStar Carpentier Website

Blood moon rises,

time has come;

For Death to prevail,

and survival to be won.

 

“Haste ye back!”

Will  our women say;

The hunter goes out,

Fer a long yonder’s stay.

 

Our harvest has come;

At the time of equinox;

But we must conquer flesh,

And mend our wee flocks.

 

 

A man’s belly must be filled;

With a hearty warm stew;

From that which is hunted

From that which we slew.

 

On the hunt for freedom;

“We gie it laldy, but it’s a dreich day!

Do yer dinger!”,

To England we say.

 

Wet lands hinder;

Cold winds make us weak,

Night is black as the Earl of Hell’s waistcoat;

“Shhh, haud yer wheesht!”

 

Silently, we approach;

And attack with all our might;

But ‘whit’s fur ye’ll no go by ye,

And null was our dinger strike…

 

The hunter is fair puckled;

Long bowmen make us short of breath;

We’re a Jock Tamson’s bairns;

All God’s children suffer death!

 

Safely, the hunter is led to prepare;

Under the shield of Neville’s Cross;

But our souls now linger,

In the heathered moor’s peat moss.

 

The blood moon drips;

With trickles of our life’s creek;

Our last wish for survivors is,

“Lang may yer lum reek!

 

Keep the heid – stay calm!

Accept this wee defeat;

There will be mair battles;

When our ain will nae retreat!

 

Bide ye the next gunnae;

For now, yes – for noo;

We shall hail our ain king,

At the next going to!”

 

Mair blood shall be shed;

“Frae the enemy!”, we greet,

Their hame shall be heathered moors,

Where hoachin’ ghosts linger in moss peat.

 

The blood moon rises;

In the auld lands that very be;

Failin’me ans yer playin’ – “Don’t stop!”

We shall keep the heid until we are free!

 

I hope that these old Scottish sayings did justice to this piece and I hope that you enjoyed! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Like Us

You know, folk like us – upon our arrival, some things may be wrong

But folk like us are resilient – our souls are so strong

We naturally fight whatever comes against our will

To live, bring happiness, and a peaceful still

No one can choose for us except our own identities

Despite the cries of life’s flaws and frightening pleas

We may look helpless, but in truth we hold power

Just think of where we came from; the universe of life’s shower

Innocence draped and wisdom endowed

All secrets reside inside us as a fully saturated cloud

Waiting to burst forth as we gradually grow

Into who we are ordained to be until we eventually show

That deep existence which reigns when innocence leaves

But we never lose what we were born with – what the blameless eye sees

We cannot be stopped no matter what seems to prevail

Folk like us are mere babes, you know – our being creates life’s trail!

This piece means so much to me because of the current situation in which it is dedicated as well as my childhood experience in being healed from a heart defect. These words go out to Baby Khole (and family) – a very special relative (nephew) of Kellie Elmore who was born with strength and power despite all. I pray that this little man be a living testimony of the reality of miracles. That being said – I believe he will!

 

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Shades of Self

The past couple of weeks have been filled with more family business and a bit of exhaustion. However, I am in the process of researching some issues that are necessary for installment #9 (which may spill into other installments) of Continual Resort, so I am taking my time with the story, although I am excited about having the next part published. I have been thinking about possibly ending published posts at installment #10 or maybe #12, but I’m not sure. I would like to compile all of the installments into a book (probably an ebook for my first time), but I feel that I may be able to add more to it to compose an actual novel or maybe a ‘novelette’, so once I get to the 10th or 12th installment, I will be finishing the story privately until I am ready to either give it away or sell it. I am aware that this may be a rather slow process as I have a lot to learn about self-publishing etc., so any tips that you guys have for me will be greatly appreciated. This process may take quite a while, but I am so excited about making a new move – YAY!

I am also in the process of stocking up on books for this fall (in ebook form or otherwise) from some folks that I follow and who follow me that I am very anxious to take in the stories that they have published. I have already purchased ‘Pathways to Illumination’ by ChristyB at poeticparfait.com – can we say AWESOME??? I also intend to enjoy a novel called ‘The Eyedancers’ in which the first three chapters can be found on the blog which has the same name. Those first chapters truly held me captive and I cannot wait to get the book – this story is so intriguingly suspense filled and wonderful! Among others intended, I also contemplate the purchase of Kellie Elmore’s ‘Magic in the Backyard’ as well as every other book that she has written – naturally!

I intend to thoroughly enjoy the fall months with these works among others, and hopefully one day you will all be able to do the same with mine in due time.

I didn’t add links to the bloggers that I mentioned because I have not yet asked for permission despite the fact that I truly love going to their spaces and indulging in what they have to say and offer. Also, due to my slow technical abilities, I will need to take some allotted time out to get this all done in one post  – hopefully on installment #9 of Continual Resort.

Until then, please go and check these extremely talented writers out – you will be well pleased.

For now, I have written a poem that features colors. I guess this piece is derived from the slew of weirdness that I have experienced over the previous months although things are really peaceful now and have been for a while – hence – the weirdness.

Hope you enjoy! ❤

Shades of Self

On days when my sun beams shadows , I find a Dogwood tree

To find shelter and protection from fearful black rays

Then, night falls and my moon emits a dingy cream spotlight held solely on me

I cannot veer from it, for it menacingly stays

Milky blades of navy grass lay helpless under my feet

Refusing to be the hue that they should be

Nothing is as it was; deliberate, light, and sweet

It seems long forgotten when true colors I could see

Discernment has become impossibility…

Temporarily; until I flee…

From confusing woes and heavy lows

But I shall not remain there

Giving in is not an option behind tangerine dripping blows

That strike as charcoal lines of lightening, sending me on a tear

Pain or pressure, I cannot evenly tell

Which of them laugh at me the most

But I fought back until my brown eyes welled

With tears of wrath, til pink dust flew up as a ghost

Knowing the difference escaped me for a while…

Until intolerance for what beset became vomit-green vile…

The smoke soon cleared, but my skin turned grey

The golden needle of my inner compass failed

Refusing to show me the way

“You – you are a damned liar!” I mutt-brown wailed.

Even though I shouted from a hidden place

Knees shaking, voice in a quiver

Yellow uncertainty covered my face

Still…white, smoldering determination lulled me thither

To that glowing gateway that always stands

Guiding me back to myself

Into the midst of bright familiar lands

To own transparent peace is to have true wealth

Apparently I had been heard

From a murky place somewhere outside

Of myself, for this place reversed my words

The royal violet gateway opened; I no longer needed to hide

Discernment is now a possibility…

I can see clearer this stoic tree…

My shelter now stands alone

Temporarily empty inside and underneath

I have left it and am gone

Away and up out of the depths of the neon indigo heath

Confusion filled woes are replaced

With exactness of what is – as I am

Accepting the imperfections of my space

Releasing my glass-like ethereal dam

My sun beams now, brightly

My moon discreetly does the same

I take not the palette of life lightly

Discernment left briefly, but the aura of strength timely came

The colors don’t really matter much

Unless you take heed

To the revelations and such

That make our hearts bleed

There is a shelter for anyone to run inside

We choose our own locations

We either sink or ride

The waves of our own reservations

In what shade does your sun shine most

Does your night tell all?

Is the color of your strength a protection post…

Lest you fall?

Thanks for reading! 🙂

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