December 3, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Over the holidays, a neighbor told me one of the most beautiful true love stories I’ve ever heard. She said I could share it, as long as I didn’t use her name and only her husband’s first name. So one day many years ago, my neighbor was out walking in a cow pasture, apparently in warm enough weather, because she saw wildflowers, those little daisies with white delicate petals and yellow centers.
At the time, she and her husband Benny had been married for four years. So she wanted to pick four daisies to give to Benny. “‘I thought women don’t usually give flowers to men, but I’m not just any woman. I’m Benny’s wife.’” So she picked the four daisies and took them home to her husband. She said he asked her, “Why didn’t you ask me, we could have gone to pick flowers together.” But she told him it was a spontaneous thing and she just wanted to give him the flowers and no fear was going to stop her. He asked if she climbed under the fence that scared her and went near the cows that scared her. She said yes, nothing was going to keep her from giving her husband those flowers. So she gave them to him and he kept those daisies in a jar of water and then pressed them inside a book. She said she would look for one of their wedding pictures, to show me later.
I asked her, “What made you feel safe enough to give him the flowers?” And she said, “Benny always made me feel safe.” She said Benny always opened doors for her and was kind to her and always stood beside her, and also stood between her and any threat, or even a perceived threat. Benny loved his wife.
My friend said she still misses her husband. When she told me that story, I almost cried, and there’s a lump in my chest right now, just telling the story to you. I’m not telling the story to make us sad, but to help us know that True Love still exists in this world and that my friend never lies and I know she didn’t make up that story. My friend, who’s about my age, has beautiful skin like roses and pearls and a huge heart and blue eyes that always tell the truth. So now we can know that True Love never dies, never lies and Never Fails.
November 27, 2013 § Leave a Comment
“Dao girl in her traditional colorful head scarf” Sapa, Vietnam. Photo Courtesy of Free Beautiful Pictures People Gallery.
I read the most beautiful story by the late author Ray Bradbury today. It’s called “The Fire Balloons” and it’s about how some priests tried to take Christmas to Martians, but the Martians already had Christmas, and gave Christmas to the priests.
If you’d like to read more wonderful stories like “The Fire Balloons,” it’s from the book “Angels and Awakenings: Stories of the Miraculous by Great Modern Writers,” edited by M. Cameron Grey, illustrated by Warren Chappell. (Illustrators need good news too. They do such beautiful work).
Now, if you’d like, here’s the beautiful song “What Kind of Fool Am I” by the late great Sammy Davis Jr. His whole life still smiles, through Music. (We are all fools for love, aren’t we? It’s the only kind of fool to be).
November 23, 2013 § Leave a Comment
“Cu Do” Vietnamese calligrapher. Photo Courtesy of Free Beautiful Pictures People Gallery.
Here’s something else that feels good about getting older. It’s when you notice a new wrinkle and you like it. This morning I was checking my hair (the less done, the better) in the bathroom mirror when I noticed that my left eye looks deeper set that my right eye, which is more open, because the right eye is not as wrinkled yet. The skin around my left eye has a deep fold in it now, like quiet, precisely arranged.
I hope you’re having a good Saturday. I hope to see you again soon:) If you’d like, Let’s listen to some good music, as much as possible. (I found Linda Ronstadt Singing “Prisoner In Disguise.” She’s lost her singing voice to Parkinson’s disease. It’s one of the most beautiful singing voices we’ll never hear again, barring the miracle of technology. Never bar a miracle).
November 20, 2013 § 2 Comments
“Sunset at Creve Coeur Lake” A 320-Acre Lake in the Missouri Floodplain, St. Louis. Photo Courtesy of Free Beautiful Pictures Scenery Gallery.
It’s not like I’m perfect or anything. The other day the grouchy phone conversation from downstairs just about drove me nuts. I almost stomped on the floor, to get my downstairs neighbor to be quiet. (But I didn’t. I just turned on the Fresh Air machine and the fan at the same time, trying to drown out the noise).
I’ve been trying to get here for days, but just now made it to a computer. They might think I’m a bag lady, here in the library. Sometimes I get the “here’s the bag lady” look, because I don’t have anywhere else to write, or print (which I pay for). But I wash myself each day and also have warm soft gloves from my son and a lovely book bag from my daughter. They told me not to let these things get me down, so I listen to my children, and they always help.
Sometimes I write around a song, which I tried to do yesterday. I wanted you to hear the beautiful song “Unforgettable” by Natalie Cole and her dad, through the Good Part of today’s magnificent technology.
Also, I’ll try to find some beautiful art for us to look at. I hope you’re having a good Wednesday. I hope to see you again soon:) (In this song, you can hear hearts beat, and Art is Everywhere).
November 16, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Photo by Marvin Nauman. Lineman repairing a damaged power line in Louisiana, 2005. Photo Courtesy of Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia.
I prayed for the people in the Philippines. Now I shouldn’t complain about the way my left knee hurts nearly all the time. I don’t know what I did to it.
Also, I’m still too self-conscious. I feel like I need to explain what I meant the other day when I wished my downstairs neighbor could be comforted by my music. I Meant I hoped my sick neighbor could hear the music through the apartment walls. Since I can hear his phone conversations through the apartment walls, I figured he might could hear my music through the walls, to help while’s he’s sick. I don’t live in a Tennessee Williams play. I don’t entertain gentleman callers. (By the way, Tennessee Williams was a great writer).
Last night I was watching television and saw part of the Andy Griffith show, the episode where Opie’s dad (Andy) doesn’t believe Opie has really seen a man who jingles and lives in the tops of trees or who can blow smoke out of his ears. Andy is about to discipline Opie for making up such a wild story and refusing to admit the truth. But, instead of punishing Opie (his son in the show), Andy decides to have faith in Opie, to believe in (and Never Harm) his child’s wonderful innocence and good intentions and brave heart. Eventually, Andy sees what Opie really saw, a lineman working (to help).
It happens so often in life, that we have to believe in the good, before we can see it. Here’s a song I heard last night on public television, only by different artists. This version is by Sierra Boggess and Julian Ovenden, and the wonderful orchestra. True love is so beautiful, it makes me almost cry, every time.
November 12, 2013 § Leave a Comment
“Light and Shade” Courtesy of Beautiful Free Pictures.
Yesterday I misspelled the artist Banksy’s name, which I’ve corrected. But I felt bad about it last night.
Today I feel quiet. I’ve been looking for good art and music and revising and revising. It’s hard to find art and music sometimes when you have to worry about copyrights. I do what I can. I don’t make money here. Like most humans, I just like to share beauty, and wonder.
My downstairs neighbor has been sick lately. Last night I played music at home, hoping he could hear the music and that it comforts him, like it comforts me. Moods have reasons. If it works, here’s one of my favorite songs, called “Home” by Phillip Phillips. (however you spell it, one L or two, good music is good). *Thank you* for being here.
P.S. The music link is not working. I don’t know how to fix it. Still, I hope to see you again soon:)
P.S.S. I asked for help and now the music is working. (Let’s hope it holds:) I think I made another mistake, hopefully corrected. Enjoy!!!
November 11, 2013 § 3 Comments
Banksy HD Wallpaper
Today I’m wearing my mama’s shirt she gave me, white with charcoal grey stripes, with a purple scarf my daughter brought me from El Salvador and I drank my morning coffee from an elegant Ikea cup given to me by one of my nieces and I prayed a special prayer for another niece, because I’m her godmother and thought of her. I pray for both my children (son and daughter) and their cousins and friends and sometimes other people and occasionally strangers.
So this is what it’s like to write short, which I like best. Also, I hope you enjoy Banksky’s art work, if I can get it to work here, which Smithsonian magazine said we can download free. We’ll see.
P.S. Some people say this song by Jane’s Addiction is a drug anthem. Here’s something my son taught me a long time ago: Everything doesn’t have to mean something. Sometimes things are just enjoyable.