At night I open the gate and pull in just far enough to close it behind me then get back into the truck and drive up the 6′ to my parking spot. Walking in the dark I feel drawn to look towards the coffin. The spooky fears from childhood awaken and I just know something lies in wait. Next to the head of the coffin is an old hub cap filled with copper pennies. I wonder if one was to take 3 pennies and climb into the coffin if they would be granted a ride across the river styxx? Could they then return?
31 Oct 2011 2 Comments
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31 Oct 2011 1 Comment
Last night I went to the kick off in Tucson. It was held at an I-Hop which somehow seems appropriate. Some folks new like me others already published a number of times. I listened to all everyone had to say. They argued the merits of outlines or not. I was surprised at how many were mystery writers, a number of romance writers, the vampire theme was popular and a few science fiction authors but only one gay erotica and she published 3 novels and almost completed her fourth. I was quite impressed. We played some ice breakers then I had to leave choosing not to eat I-Hop food.
So when I came home from work today I must have been duly intimidated by the outline advice and have now created a very brief one. I plan to put a little more thought into it tonight but some of the details they talked about just won’t be happening in mine. Well, here is to midnight and the start of November!
30 Oct 2011 1 Comment
Cold morning chill raises bumps on my skin. It is a foreboding of what was and may yet come again. Who are you who knocks at dawns door and enters my home. No not a home the temporary dwelling. Silky soft false hopes of what is not to come or never will be I search again for a home. How lucky the turtle to carry it on his back.
A house without wheels is not a home.
28 Oct 2011 3 Comments
It was a hard night twice over.
The kitchen counter which the landlord built just above shoulder height is useless for anything but banging your head against. This I did twice since my cat likes to drag the water bowls around the kitchen and under the counter is his favorite place to tip them over. Then in the middle of the night he demanded a full refill of his food and if you ever heard an alley cat and Siamese cry you can understand how loud and persistent his voice is. So at 1 am I am climbing down the ladder from the loft half asleep and step off into air, not a bad experience until I land on my not so well padded butt. My left side now has a huge golf ball( grown up) size rock of a lump just over the bone you sit on. Ouch!
Well, they say with the dawn comes a new day so here’s to new days.
Humm, maybe I should put a pillow on the concrete floor around the bottom of the ladder?
27 Oct 2011 Leave a comment
in Energy, Healing, inspirational, Journal, life, meditation, Native American, New Age, philosophy, poetry, stories, teaching, writing, Yotaki Tags: goddess, lessons, Nubian, pain, society, Story, Tales, yoga
Twisting poses pull, easy gentle flow, rainbow lights heal the aches another yoga class ends. “But you make it look so easy, miss!” They whine to me. It is my job to make it look easy I smile back. But miss… It is simple I guarantee you will be able to do all the poses and splits if you do what I suggest and practice at night. Of course that means effort so for most it will not happen.
One student spoke of his father being a pistolero some place south an other of not seeing her drug addicted mother since age six. Others are mothers at 14 or may dream of being a doctor, an architect or lawyer. For each it is a stretch and a twist of life just like all of us have endured and experienced only perhaps different.
“Please miss tell us a story.” “Okay, but at the end you must tell me what it means.” In life there are always contingencies.
In the long ago time there was a beautiful Nubian woman. She not only was beautiful but she had the most incredible ruby robe and necklace. The other women of the village were very jealous of her beauty and talent. Since they made fun of her and refused to socialize many days she was lonely and sad. Friday all the women brought their clothes to the river to wash. As usual the others made fun of her and ignored her. This Friday something was different. Although she was not late she heard all the women laughing and splashing in the river.
When the beautiful Nubian woman reached the river the others turned to her and said, “Join us, join us for we are very sorry for treating you so mean.” “Please, Oh Please!” Wanting so much to be liked and accepted she readily took off her robe and jumped into the river. As she looked about she noticed none of the women wore their necklaces. So she asked,” What have you all done with your beautiful necklaces?” “Oh, they said, we came out early to the river and did a very solemn ceremony and offered our necklaces to the gods and goddess of the river. We asked for forgiveness for being mean.”
The young Nubian woman was so touched by this she too wanted to be part of the ceremony so she thought and said a beautiful prayer then threw her necklace into the river. As soon as the necklace sunk out of sight all the women began to splash her and shout, “Oh you stupid stupid girl. How could you believe that we would throw our beautiful necklaces into the river?” They splashed and covered her with mud as they laughed. The Nubian woman began to cry. All the other women climbed out of the river dug up the necklaces they had hidden in the river bed picked up their clothes and walked away.
The Nubian woman dived and dived into the river searching for her necklace, her face red with shame and hurt. As sunset came she was exhausted and did not care about her life any longer. She dove deep into the bottom of the river. The bottom was muddy and covered in slime. When her vision cleared she saw a hidious lump of a creature all covered with sores oozing pus and blood. A high pitched cackling voice came from the lump demanding, “Lick my sores.” The voice repeated the demand as the Nubian woman stood shaking with fright. Slowly the woman bent down and picked up the creature’s hand and began to lick the sore. As soon as she did this the creature transformed to the goddess of the river.
Thump Thump Thump the river bed shook, earth trembling and mud spun about blocking all vision. “Hide my child, I will protect you.” The Nubian woman hid beneath the robes of the goddess just in time. A huge ugly beast came up demanding to know where was the fresh blood he smelled. The goddess told him that a beautiful young woman had just swam down the river and if he moved quickly he could catch her, so off he went.
The young woman came out of hiding and the goddess told her she must leave immediately. As the young woman turned to leave the goddess of the river handed her an incredible necklace of pearls and diamonds. More beautiful than any she had ever seen. The young woman swam up to the top of the river and looked back to find a robe of the finest cloth. She put on the robe and picked up her basket of clothes.
Now as happens in stories time differs and for the people of the village a week had gone by and it was again Friday and the women were coming to the river to wash their clothes. They were shocked to see the young woman and then demanded to know where she got such a beautiful necklace and robe.
Being the honest, good and kind woman she was she pointed to the river and said the goddess of the river …. but before she could finish the women were diving into the water. She shouted BUT WAIT! BUT WAIT! only no one heard or listened.
As the women of the village reached the muddy bottom of the river they too saw the creature covered in sores oozing pus. The creature asked the women to “Lick her sores” but they cringed back, ooo no, yuck, disgusting and other derogatory declarations. They were so busy making fun of the creature and calling her names they did not hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the river bed as the demon came upon them and gobbled them up.
So now I shall ask all of you to tell me what your heard and what you think the story was about.