I'm baaaaack ! A trip of Car-induced Forced Meditation, Yard Sales and Shoes.My Pop and I had a yard sale, minus photos, no time!, and a summer of slathering on sunscreen was shot in one afternoon. Major sunburn followed by "freckles" galore. But, down on the upside, I made over 200 bucks and scored these Dan Post Cowboy Boots for ONE Dollar :) Which may be the score of the year ;) I may even have them re-soled as they were worn a lot. I can't wait to wear the other shoes I scored.
I had to pair em up with the one pair of jeans I took and a floral tunic. Ya gotta do boots/jeans in Western KY :)
Ramblings : Chris Cornell and Lucinda Williams kept me company on my trip. These two artists always help me get centered. When I got home, I didn't want to run to the computer and see what I had missed. I needed "real life" stuff. It's been almost 1 year since I started this blog, (Late October) and I am feeling a change coming . Not to say, I wish to stop, as I have learned tons, not only about the computer, but about myself. Tons. The journey has been an enlightening experience into human nature as well as into the nature of me, and the stuff I want to work out. Maybe it's finally time to try something new. I used to love to help others and now that my hubs has started an internship with a suicide prevention hotline, (he and I both lost loved ones to suicide), I need to begin the path I was meant to follow. We'll see :)
It's good to be back.
Home is where your stuff is ;)
Of An Artist's Heart
No words for the deep mourning felt
When you must travel with an artist's heart ~
She chokes on the tears of
Smiles from the past ~
While looking forward to find
What is lost to her forever.
She looks deep inside the eyes
Of the kindred soul she once knew ~
Only to see the glossed sadness
Of the one who has stopped seeking ~
And has succumbed to truth and knowledge
Handed back to the painter of time.
The painting will never be the same again.
Framed ~ Dust soaked ~
Hanging in a long
Soon to be forgotten hallway
Of an Artist's heart.
( All rights to this poetry belong to me, Reva M. )
I hate to do that, it seems pretentious, but I really value my writing :)