Name' sake

A tidious thing, grocery shopping. And then of course, the bank . . . dry cleaning, faces passing this way and that - with purpose - the what-nots of a what-not life. "Should I keep the movie - watch it again? . . . box right there . . . Shit! Left it at home - guess ill watch it again . . ." "Maybe I should get a cat . . . ". "Need more coffee. . . So many people out today . . . " 

Unusually warm for November  - 

"Fresh fall sun". . .

Sidewalk cafe -

"Cream, no sugar . . .thank you" . . .

"Dog maybe?" . . . "Ah but then I'd ha

. . . and there she was.  - - - - - - -

a glance returned - look away, look back . . .

Arrows fly as the curtain goes up . . .

look away, look back -

. . . my heart pauses - breathing stops - soul spins 'round.

eyes lock - time stops, the rest obscure . . .

The fading spark catches fire - look away . . .

Look back . . . . . . . . . . 

Ever so gently, a slight smile . . . 

Recognition  . . . 

                 confidence reduced to awkward . . 

Look away . . . 

Chances, like glances . . . are fleeting . . . .

Look back . . . 

"May I join you?" . . . . 

My knowing self dives headlong into the unknown . . . More than an addiction could ever be - the blissful . . .dangerous . . . need.

The floodgates open and lust for life returns.

Technicolor back on - the birds finally set free to sing once more.

Fortune has found me!

Non-fiction. . . .           One day . . . . 

* image is not mine

In trying to help someone very dear to me, an analogy occured to me - 

The 4 corner foundation pillars of a woman's house -

Her Father

Her husband

Her brother

Her uncle

I notice my hand, almost as if someone else's - not at my feet, my soul looks there - but my eyes, for now, notice my hand - worn, weathered, scarred. It is calm now, resting. This hand has held new life, saved life, and oh yes - death. It has bled and been burned. It has been clenched in rage, and shaken with fury, it has been a welcoming port for the butterfly and dragonfly. It has been the vessel to express, and my demise.

But in this moment, it rests - embracing the crystal - 48 bordeaux, Chateau Latour. It doesnt matter really, not now. There was a time when it did.

The Rutland grandfather in the far corner is almost laughable, echoing reminders of its purpose, taking advantage that all else remains silent. My "time"- our "time",  has ceased to be relevant. . . 

The shadows have crept across the room - 

And so it begins, inevitable I suppose - I have diverted my attention as long as I could. I often wish I could savor longer. Conscious focus shifts, it always does. 

Slowly,  reverently - I place my glass on the stand - yes, I am aware, dear angel, I am always aware.

It is time to embrace the sweetest, most precious . . .

We are both home, arent we?

Morning daydreams put to paper.

* A bunny's cheek against mine

* The smells of fresh coffee and/or bacon in the morning 

* Hitting the snooze button and realizing its saturday

* A crackling fire on a cold winter day

* The smell of wet leaves in the fall

* That last peek through the clouds as the sun sets over the water

* A hard dip on my fishing pole

* A hand made gift on fathers day

* Her hand gently taking mine

* The silence the world takes on as an eagle glides across the blue midday sky

* Genuine laughter from a child

* New shoes that feel like they were made specifically for my feet

* "I love you" with that certain sparkle that only true love can create

* Those last few moments right before you fall asleep - taking a nap when theres other things you should be doing

* Baby hummingbirds 

* Grape fields in late fall

* Those feelings, how the world looks, when your falling in love

* Bubble wrap

* The waves the wind creates across an open field

* Fresh cut hay 

* The smell of leather

* Your gift that makes her cry

* Tripple layer german chocolate cake

* Sand between my toes

* A happy ending in an "against all odds" love story

* The 1st flowers of spring

* An unexpected apology 

* Splashing into the water after nailing the perfect swan dive

* My cat purring on my chest

* The first firing of an engine I rebuilt

* Winning the bid at an auction

* Music that gives me goose bumps

* Laughing to tears

To be continued . . . 

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These are beautiful women on this site - they are here for a safe haven, a place to be free - if you cannot treat them with the utmost respect they deserve - leave them the fuck alone!

We'll hunt you down and slap the stupid off you!  😬

This is my 3rd and final entry - 

"The Guardian"

This design came to me as a vision I guess you could say. It is the only piece that came to me from somewhere beyond myself. I always knew it was not for me and never to be for sale.

100% hand made - sterling silver,  lapis lazuli, and black onyx.

Several months after I completed it, I met who it was meant for. She was a beautiful soul who needed help. I never saw her again after that day but I know it changed her life.

I designed and made this piece a few years ago - one of my favorites.  Solid sterling silver. 

Just short of 2 ozt Solid sterling silver.