Mag166, 4/28/13 Such Is Life

                                                            illustration by Helen Ward 



           "  Sometimes, just as you think things are settled
Happy and comfortable-
a sound, a movement, or an unexpected visitor
Arrives; and topsy-turvy  goes the plan!"


                                                         ( I can so relate to this right now-
although my stage has less players on it-and I am the primary one that is disturbed!)

FF55, 1/25/13 Mysterious Electrical Mishaps

Our poor orange dragon
 has crouched in its cave
for two weeks with
Its mouth agape.
     
The fins and gills had come off.
a molar came out,
a secondary heart was removed
and replaced.

Yesterday my slimmer fingers
were the dentist of restoring
by feel-the bolt
and box for regulating pulse.

tightening all, restored power!


                                               Tractors and dragons are very touchy patients-
                                 Notoriously delicate and refined in their connections
                                 and grounding  mechanisms  !
                                                
                                           
                                                    

Mag165, 4/21/13, On Impulse

                                                              Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth 






 It was a moonlit night, she could not sleep.
In her journal she had written a henna rinse 
recipe for her hair. What a perfect opportunity! 
  Close to midnight she sat by the window
drying her hair with a soft cloth. Reading the
following paragraph in the original book;
she became concerned.It mentioned a little known
herb- that was also difficult to find. 
Oh my I hope this rinse works well without it
There was mention that sunlight could turn hair 
orange in some instances...

FF55, 4/19/13, Once Upon An Easter,

I could lie-
and tell you Easter was eating and eating
jelly beans and chocolate eggs!

I was going to Church,
but ended up constructing
a storage cabinet for my sister in law.

At lunch, there was an easel
covered in paper. 2 year old Gabby
and I took turns with crayons,chalk and markers!

Mag164, 4/14/13, The Promise

                                                       Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin 



Yes we climbed all the way up here on this beautiful day- 

and now I would really like to relax and enjoy the view!

So if you don't quit leaning and leering at me, I am going 

to haul out and slug you in a second!

FF55, 4/12/13, Explore and Expand

                    Building an axis,
                    Maybe you will use your breath
                    to walk down the wide spiral stairs

                     from our attic to a broad entrance hallway.
                     It is luminous and warm here,
                     and encircles us with peace.

                    Then we can go downward again
                    past the belly button window
                    onto the pelvic floor
                    and a hammock for being.
                 

                                                       

                                   Been reading an interview in the April issue of Sun Magazine;
                                     Regarding balancing more being than doing. Very interesting
                                              article" Out of our heads" Phillip Shepard.

Mag 163 , 4/7/13, By Mistake

                                                          Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas


                Elise was quite self conscious and I walked in on her one day; just after the doctors had allowed her back brace to be removed.
              "Hal!" she remonstrated me- wrapping the glorious towel up to her chin, " Why didn't you knock?!"
               " I am so sorry" I scrambled and ducked out of the room very quickly, my face very hot I am sure!
The glorious hair and generous figure stuck with me- to the point of my having to attempt a
pastel sketch for myself, which I kept tucked carefully away in a desk drawer, under some books.
                She never said another word to me about it, but every time I ran into her at the florist I swear her cheeks got a little rosier too!