Jul 27, 2015

What a sweet little thing

I was going through my old writings and some of it scared me. I don't know who that person is but I am very afraid for her.  I weep for her.

But I did find a very sweet thing - I shall type it out because I don't think it will scan very well.  Have no idea when I wrote it - teens, 20's? - or why I wrote it.
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"It seemed as if I had come home; home to a place I'd never been before. The very air embraced me, the wind kissed me on both cheeks, the street lamps smiled and bade me welcome back.

As I walked the streets alone, shadows that seemed old friends nodded shy hellos, as if they couldn't quite remember the name but the face brought back kind memories. . And the swirling mists danced all around me, eager to hear the tales of where I'd been, like children begging treats.

Shop bells called out their invitations; they had waited so long for me, had so much to show me, and delight me. Little precious things they just knew I would like. It was so kind of them. Tomorrow I shall come and see the treasures, this night is given to memories"

(Oh the mad compulsion to edit but I resisted. I did break up the paragraphs but left everything else the same.)

Jul 22, 2015

From the archives

Time: 1961
Place: High School creative writing class
(Click to biggify for easy reading)
(In case you are wondering - 64-325-E  is my graduation year, my home room # and I have no idea what the E stands for - English?)

Jul 18, 2015

Perception Disconnect

         the windows are closed tight
         and the sky is grey and dreary
         and it is chilly inside
         and I am wearing a sweater
         my mind registers ‘Winter’
                  in July.
Perception Disconnection.

(© Grace St. Clair July 2015) 

Jul 14, 2015

My little furry friends

I love squirrels. When I was a leetle kid we had a pet squirrel. He lived in our yard and we would hand feed him nuts. Me and squirrels just have a thing for each other, I have so many wonderful stories about me and them.

Thanks to Vanilla, I know that the tree outside my window is a Japanese dogwood which produces berries, that when ripened to a bright red, are edible by humans.  I never got to taste them last year because the lower branches were picked clean by the birds and the squirrels.  And quite frankly I forgot all about trying them till they were all gone.

Yesterday I noticed one of my squirrel friends sampling the unripe berries...I could watch these little critters all day.

Jul 8, 2015

What is it about

watching a loved one sleep that makes your heart just about burst with emotion?

I know you folks with children crept into your child's room in the middle of the night to gaze at their sleeping face. And you were filled with such overwhelming emotion it near brought you to tears. Or it actually did.

Perhaps you have awoken in the middle of the night and turned to look at your partner, resting there beside you, and reached out to softly touch their face, and there was that heart-filled feeling.

And then there are our pets...something about watching them sleep, all soft and quiet and peaceful.

Maybe that's it - in sleep those we love are at peace. They are safe and under your protection. And you want to want to keep them that way - safe, peaceful, and loved.

Jul 7, 2015

This makes me squee

Don't you just melt when they sleep like this? And that little foot sticking out? Just turns me into a puddle...