well, i did it! 50,222 words in November!

Here are a few of my favorite...   

in case I hadn't mentioned, the story I chose to tell this year is Scott's and my love story. how we got from start to where we are now. just prior to the following exerpt I have brought in and decorated that tree with several of the wonderful people we have been blessed to share parts of our lives with... here goes-----

Again, you may ask, how does any of this have anything to do with the promised love story of Scott and Robin?

Here is what I believe about that. Everything. Life is about how we connect with other lives. If we are fortunate enough to have many people touch our lives, we are the most fortunate, as they all come and go and pass by trailing laughter and tears for us to share, that there be one person who remains. One person in whom you feel you are home. Wholly loved, cherished, forgiven over and over and adored. One person who encourages you to be your best. One person whose spirit and soul and body fit yours and serves to recharge you when the world takes more than its share. One person whose laughter fills your need for the far off sounds of your heavenly home. One person whose tears draw from you the memory of your own pains and sorrows and longings, and binds you together that you might not be lost and alone on your journey home.

But all these other people? They are reflections and songs and energy and light along the way. They bring the pain that moves you toward or away from a path. They are the joy that beckons when you are lost in a dream and forgetting to trudge on.

I am not a huge sports fan, in the sense that I often have little to no idea what is happening, or what rules are in play. But I love to be at a game of any sort. I love to watch the people, to feel the shared excitement and expectation and hope. But my favorite? The Wave at a Cardinals game! You’ve seen it. At some moment chosen by a felt need, a handful of people rise from their seats and lift and lower their arms in a flowing motion like the raising and dropping of an elephant’s trunk. Someone nearby spots it and joins in, and before it has moved half way around the stadium, nearly everyone becomes part of this fluid wave of bodies, speaking silently to the team on the field, “we are with you.”

If you could watch from above as in a time lapsed shot of the blooming and dying of a single flower, I imagine that is what we look like to God. Or, like the lichen growing on a rock or coral under the sea. A symbiotic life connected one to another by moments and “coincidence and accidents.” 

We come in on the scene and we find and loose and find one another, grasping and shoving away, swaying together as if one with the wave that moves us.

In this scenario, Scott would be the rock I cling to. No, that is Jesus. 

But Scott’s heart and mine are so connected, that when one of us dies, the other will likely soon follow.

This month is National Novel Writing Month, and this year I have chosen to write about the love story that is mine and Scott's. When you read it, and I hope you will, you will find, not just a bunch of mush, but the saga of a couple who have been through some shit and are closer than ever.
My working title has been, Return to Love, for reasons you will understand when you have finished the book. But it just occurred to me a fun name might be, It Starts with Cake. (See photo!) I may use that to do a fiction piece about the same story, for those who can't enjoy a historical account of some amazing lives. But that's not you.
So, see the blog I will post later in the day with some chosen clips from my finished rough draft. But for now, I must get cracking! 8000 words left to complete my challenge and get my badges! Go Me!

The girl that I have left behind to be the gal I’m now

Has given up the pony and the Cessna and the plow

Has tried to be the one you want

Has willed her to conform

To what the world expects of her

To something close to norm

Still inside desire rages

To burn with passioned fire

To fuel and feed the inner need, to swim in mad desire

The girl of dreams and passions, now a woman quite subdued

But such intensive energy to this pull off, is used

And so she must imbibe to find or rather somehow loose

The fierce and fighting woman who is strangled by the noose

 Of modern thought and civil tongue and proper frame of mind

And so the gal her holy girl, has had to leave behind

But set upon me, stoke the flame, and brother you will see,

The holy fire an ember still

Alive inside of me

There is always a poem adrift in my soul

A word or a phrase, just a part, not the whole

Alert, waiting feelings, impressions or clues

What I am to me or what you am to you.

I think in parade songs, in lyric and rhyme

But I try to translate to

Fit in with the time.

 I try not to singsong

My thoughts, words, or feelings

For the sensible man is left

 His head reeling,

When quite unexpected I break into song

Where lyrics and movie lines don’t quite belong

In pleasant conversation

They sound quite absurd

My disguise is lost, I’m revealed as a nerd

Of greatest proportions and amply supply

When iambic pentameter soars to the sky.

Oh why bother? I wonder, the struggle is real,

In a world of keep cool, when I feel how I feel!

That the world is a wonder and I wonder why

Everyone is not smitten to rhyme and sing, oh fly!

Priority Two And Four

Will the floors, once swept, stay spotless?
Will small hands let neat things be?
No, but small eyes filled with wonder
Are the best through which to see!
Will these tired bones so weary
Ever get their fill of rest?
No, but playing on the floor with
Two and Four, is quite the best!
In the ever shrinking hours
Between awake and half asleep
Will the dishes once stay done?
No, but dishes, they will keep.
For I'm watching Two and Four
And they're escaping childhood's bliss.
So before I give a care for clean
I'll give them each a kiss!

Returning I Find

Was This March?

This blank page looks familiar!

I must have thought of SOMETHING!

But, as often is the case, apparently, something else happened!

Actually, a lot of something else's........

Some worth mentioning.......

A lot of bubble blowing, pool splashing, garden working, movie watching, wine drinking...

Some, well, lets let them pass without note for now....

But hey!  July is coming, and it is Hot!!

So! More bubbles and pool splashing, and wine!

Peace Out!

Because He Lives, in Oh! Gee! Minor

 

 

 

The Body Beside

If I should wake

in darkest night

from outward terror

or inward fright

and lay in breathless

creeping dread

suspecting you

or I were dead

long moments pass

(as seconds seem)

when captured in

a haunting dream

if you but breath

I've often found

it takes no more

to turn all 'round

from certain and

impending doom

to resting safely

in our room