10th of September, 2018 Monday
There is a babe across the globe come early today. Please send him any light you can. I am sending rainbows.
This is a gorge of rainbows. They come with clouds and rain and sun to paint their arches straight from our field and then fade softly into air. Like sand mandalas, they appear to whisper their fleeting magic and as they go they gift us with our memory of their glorious beauty.
And now I have a cell phone to capture them. Oh technology, I feel the capture is a cheat. If my cell phone has the memory why do I need to carry it inside. And still I shoot them cuz I can. Ah there is one right now…
This morning they arrived again announcing our Fall. I knew when I woke up and saw the grey across the sky. The sun was finding all the holes to light this rainy day. The Painters and their Arches had arrived, I knew, they must you see, it is the way.
My daughters saw it first. They tended chickens down the field and there it was above them as they bent to throw the feed. Somehow those arches arcing high as the world goes cold, shines for us joy is still inside through the dark and cold.
My girls together tending chickens, I watch them walk the field. Eight years apart, so different and so bound with loving hearts. I love to watch them love the other. They are their family core. It is what happens in children of divorce. Somehow, Mom and Dad step out from inner circle as they part. The kids are family now. Their broken hearts for family weld a center all brand new. Thank you, ladies, for holding all the rest of us together as a whole. I thank you from the bottom of my also broken heart.
They are off today as sisters, to work a bit and play. There is another gathering happening tonight. Pate and tuna, wow, can’t wait to watch how it arrives. Last night’s feast was mine to orchestrate. Tonight the feast is in the hands of cooks who leave my simple foods way back in their exquisite dust. I ain’t no foodie, not like them. Like I said, I cannot wait. Yummy is in store. And all of it from local, yes, its good to not go far.
Last night, well, we cooked and cooked and then sat down to feast. Chicken and ratatouille, they scored. I love to gnaw the bones. My husband with his beard does not but, oh my god, I am a beast, I gathered all the bones. I chewed them clean as most of all my loves ate so daintly with pretty knives and forks. Not me, my napkin drenched, my fingers slimed, I gnawed just like a Lord. My older daughter came late from work and looking at my plate, said, “Mom, whose bones are those, that’s quite a few,” as I am leering at hers too. She gathered all of them with stock to make another stew.
My Husband is about to leave to go and grab The Wizard home. The Wizard with his Title will sport some ribbons too. I will hang them somewhere in my rooms and hug him quite a lot. Well done, my gentle Wizard Man and yes The Roamers too. The Roamers ore a gift to us. Thank you, thank you, love you too.
The Zoi will dance with all her joy when Wizard hits the yard. They’ll race their greeting round and round under The Rainbows Arcs.
Tea is Earl Grey, honeyed with that cream.
Oh and all I carried out from my roving dream is meeting a great Native chief. Its just his name and who he was that pulled through haze of sleep. I woke with it sounding in my brain. Who is Arnasus?
Ta.
Tea With Me 