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Psyche, Lost

January 26, 2014

She glanced down my list, which only ended at thirteen. Reading a few under her breath, she looked over to me. “The assignment was fifteen… and some of these are so very thoughtful and sweet.”

“I had trouble of thinking of things,” I replied. “As for the sweet? I just….” I look down to my twisting fingers as if they would speak for me. “I just guess that what I want has so much to do with the love of my friends and family.”

“No millions of dollars, multiple houses around the world, and dates with movie stars?”

I shake my head and roll my eyes. “I don’t think that’s me.”

She jots down a few notes on the legal pad. I notice that it’s white today, not yellow like last time.

“So, Psyche,” Dr. Everson continues in a conversational tone, , “How is everything going? Who loves you right now?” She stops abruptly and holds up her hand, palm out.  “No… not your family and friends. I mean a man. How’s your intimate life? Who takes care of you?”

I snort a little at that. “C’mon Dr. Everson. I have no intimate life. I don’t have anybody. This is ‘me‘.” I wave my hands in the air, as if her view of me was hazy and I needed to clear it.

It’s her turn to shake her head. Her mouth has dropped open slightly, and she looks a little surprised. “How can you have nobody?” She continues shaking her head. “You’re a smart woman, talented, kind. And you’re beautiful. You’re beautiful on the inside and out.” She repeats, “How can there be nobody?”

“Dr. Everson… no, I’m not,” I whisper, and I look down, feeling like a failure. “I’m not beautiful — I have no one.”

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just this.

May 20, 2011

time stands still
as I hold your hand
and you say
Thank You.
Thank you so much for coming.

your grasp weak, yet purposeful
as if you are holding on to these last moments
of friendship
Thank you.
Thank you so much for coming.

I wonder if you know me
or is it simply the love you feel
flowing from my heart to my hand to yours
Thank you.
Thank you so much for coming.

I feel you slipping
but we don’t let go
I’m holding on to memories
Thank you.
Thank you so much for coming.

acutely felt
the loss of you still weeks later
and I say
Thank You.
Thank you so much for coming.

into my life.

xo

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“My 365” November 27, 2010

November 27, 2010

It’s been said, everything happens for a reason.
I say… “Really? … ’cause I can’t seem to figure out the reason, or the rhyme…”
And I think around to world events… North Korea, Afghanistan, the drug war in Mexico, the kid in Portland who was going to blow people up…
What could possibly be the reason for all of this?

Then I realize something. That perhaps things do happen ‘for a reason’, but perhaps it’s a reason that may never be revealed. Whether it’s a world event or something very personal, the truth is that we may never know why things happen.

A sobering thought, this truth. Makes one feel powerless.

So I put up a few Christmas lights. I do have control over that.

xo

November 27, 2010

November 27, 2010 -- within my control

November 27, 2010. 6:24pm. ISO 100. Shutter 1.6. Aperture f/5.3. FLASH used, heh. Manual exposure.

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“My 365” October 20, 2010 –my world

October 20, 2010
October 20, 2010

October 20, 2010 --my world

October 20, 2010. 4:28pm PST. ISO 100. Shutter 1/3. Aperture f/14.0. Manual exposure, no flash.

You are my world.

xo

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“My 365” October 16, 2010

October 17, 2010

 

sOctober 16, 2010

October 16, 2010 -- my daily friends

 

October 16, 2010. 6:28pm PST. ISO 100. Shutter 1. Aperture f/4.8. Manual exposure, no flash

daily

Dawn is my friend.
wake before the sun
anticipate its arrival
bursts into light.

another day begun
as I count down the days
until the first one.

Noon is my friend.
half over, half-way there.
observe the minutes march
in a single file line.

another day is here
as I count down the days
until the first one.

Dusk is my friend.
gentle quietude of time
whispering the end
of the calendar awake.

another day is settled
as I count down the days
until the first one.

night is my friend.
blue-black sky of nothingness
where anything is possible
if you just believe.

another day is forming
as I count down the days
until the first one.

xo

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Evolution of a painting…. Finale

October 9, 2010

 

Orchids

Orchids --finale

 

acrylic on canvas    16″x 20″

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“My 365” September 29, 2010

September 29, 2010
September 29, 2010

September 29, 2010 --sensuous

September 29, 2010. 9:29pm PST. ISO 100. Shutter 1.3. Aperture f/7.1. Manual exposure, no flash.

Root word:

Sense:

1. any of the faculties, as sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, by which humans and animals perceive stimuli originating from outside or inside the body.

Word Origin &; History

sense

c.1400, “faculty of perception,” also “meaning or interpretation” (esp. of Holy Scripture), from O.Fr. sens, from L. sensus “perception, feeling, undertaking, meaning,” from sentire “perceive, feel, know,” prob. a fig. use of a lit. meaning “to find one’s way,”

Browse dictionary definitions near sense
1. sensational
2. sensationalism
3. sensationalist
4. sensory
5. sensitive
6. sensitize
7. nonsense
8. sensual
9. sensuality
10. sensuous

common sense
senseless
nonsensical
sense of balance
sense of duty
sense of direction
sense of humor
sense and sensibility

sixth sense = sensitivity
five senses
sight
taste
hearing
smell

touch = sensuous

xo