thistledown

A wise lady said to me I love watching your expansion ... well I am loving yours this is one of your best in my opinion ... love it and I find nothing to fault love and hugs Jayne-Chloe

when are we spirits when are we light take away our cell phone blackberry worry does one stop and free the fee of life is there not rapture for being for letting in the light its been forever or maybe just now that I may say the intimacy of this could be close its just attention that fills the wounds of hearts and in multitask days of Now we give what we think is great and yet our ache tells us there is need for so much more warmth I push everything away and yet I see that all Im seeing is backlit sensation there is so much more and maybe Im too late to say that to one

(thought my stars were given before..anyway here now!!) I remember meal times in afternoon they could be storms or calm placid humble turnabouts silent seething Van Goghs The Potato Eaters Apacolypse Now French Family scene cut from the movie The Big Chill remember family violent disruptions overheard in talk to talk nothing is certian sometimes how many intimacies are we invited in to share meals yet we can do this everyday at resturants but its not home not the personal space not the core the root Supper we called it our house catching the last of the sun large conifer and decidious trees across the old blue crushed limestone highway a couple of century homes from the village on the hills forever shall I hear the potato pot lid clinging and clanging as the water boiled the house with its smells its moods its depths this poem makes me stop and focus in a look in retro I re read this Thank you Esker~ [ core\experience/output ] in travelling light keeping few posessions filling in the spot of philosophical sofa king man about town make do man My own intimacy with past to present a jump from island to island light and the thunder far distant personal I feel but keep description only writing symptoms here but thank You again for this.. ~