“Do you remember it? Do you remember the sword and it’s sheath? Do you remember the carvings?”
…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
I painted the waves with the pen of my memories..
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
Lard and tablespoons of the iciest tap water are two of the four ingredients of the best pie crust recipe…each time I create pies, I hear her reminders as I blend her crust recipe.
I had played with the painting of them..the browns of deep cocoa, the solemn grays like those which color a uniform..instead I searched. And I drove to search…
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
August 3, 2021 The River What started out as a vacation to see virgin forests, has morphed into the beginning… Read more A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice