Sunday, February 5, 2012
this was reckless
once upon a time i gave my heart away with complete and utter trust and love and yes reckless abandon
she was the most beautiful
the most wonderful
the most perfect
my everything
all i ever wanted in a lifelong companion
deep soulful warm dark brown eyes that flashed with so much intensity when her temper flared
god how i loved to make her flare
and to make her laugh
her laugh was the most joyous sound.. the color vibrant and rich and welcoming.. the purest music i have ever heard
i want to lose myself in that sound again
god i want to lose myself
Reckless Abandon
Climbing barefoot on the rocks.
She goes out to the tree, and grabs the rope.
Looking backwards at her friends,
she swings out leaping off the cliff.
Dropping to the water below
she goes under and is covered.
Kicking to the surface
she swims ashore.
Again again she climbs and jumps
till her arms will not hold the rope and her lips are blue
I look at her and wish.
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Reckless abandon has been my bane and my best trait.
I could have lived a more cautious life, with less scrapes, but it would not have been mine.
I grabbed joy with both hands, whenever I could.
She goes out to the tree, and grabs the rope.
Looking backwards at her friends,
she swings out leaping off the cliff.
Dropping to the water below
she goes under and is covered.
Kicking to the surface
she swims ashore.
Again again she climbs and jumps
till her arms will not hold the rope and her lips are blue
I look at her and wish.
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Reckless abandon has been my bane and my best trait.
I could have lived a more cautious life, with less scrapes, but it would not have been mine.
I grabbed joy with both hands, whenever I could.
Chapter two Road trip
JC, Reese and Rosie found themselves in the bootheel area of Missouri. This is the delta region where they grow rice and cottone on drained out land crosshatched with canals, dirt roads and informal dwellings squatting on government levees backing into the Mississippi.
They are heading to the Mosquito Flats Commune. It is reachable only by boat. Before they head out, they pull into a camping supply store and stock up on deet, long sleeve shirts, long pants, which Rosie instructs them to tuck into their socks and Face nets, which go over pith helmets and tie under the arms. They also donned leather gloves.
For some reason, Rosie was strapping on a firearm. JC looked at her, looked at Reese whose eyes were getting wide.
"Is this necessary,?" they sort of say in unison. "Ayep," Rosie says, "This part of the delta still has meth labs, moonshiners, and white slavers and I don't plan on having any trouble with anyone. Plus there are a lot of wild pigs loose.
They pile into the long flat bottomed boat and Rosie pays the toothless guide in golden halfpennies that she pulls out of her waist-belt.
"They don't use US money down here either".,. she anticipates their question. "At least, not where we are going"
Everybody quiets down as they slough along the marsh. "Keep your hands inside the boat, those copper-mouths are fast on the water." Reese pulls her hand in right smartly.
Pretty soon, the clouds of mosquitoes stir up and face screens are put to work, keeping them out from their lungs and off their mouths. Speaking requires periodic blowing of the fabric away from the face, and a few determined bugs find their way in.
Reese felt right at home, being from Wisconsin.
When we get to the landing, be sure to stay on the planking, I don't want to have to pull anyone out of the silt. The guide admonishes. "The topsoil in places is ten feet deep", Rosie adds.
They had been making steady progress through the canals, passing makeshift shanties where bon fires were lit and dogs, kids and pigs ran freely together along the banks, through the thick smoke that the night blazes had smudged up, waving to the threesome. The grownups returning wordless greetings and nods with the guide.
Rounding the final canal turn, they came up to a lit up landing where oil smudge pots had been put up along the bank, burning cheerfully in a row. a Homemade sign announced the compound. Mosquito Flats commune.
The guide pulls out his walkie talkie and spits and crackles a warning message to the clan. People slowly make their way down to the tie up post as the guide lands the boat on a built up sand bar and jumps out helping steady the boat as they all alight..
Rosie pulls out a medallion fastened to a leather thong round her neck and show it in the flashlight's glow being trained on her by the people meeting the visitors. She also pulls off her glove and undoes her shirt cuff and shows the raised marks on her inner wrist. The group nods their welcome, accepting her identification, and she passes a water tight packet to the leaders' hands.
JC notices that many of the girls are scantily clad and apparently not being bothered by the bugs swirling around. Several of them cluster around him and pull him towards the fire, offering him homemade drinks and bars of chewy brownies.
Reese is captivated by the exquisite Tipis lined up along the planked path. A dozen tall structures made of Pine poles and stretched sewn canvas are set along the levee , each one lit up from the inside from small lights.
They make their way towards the largest Tipi, in the middle of the encampment., It was used for ceremonies, group meetings and housing visitors.
The inside of the tipi is as comfy as can be.
They are heading to the Mosquito Flats Commune. It is reachable only by boat. Before they head out, they pull into a camping supply store and stock up on deet, long sleeve shirts, long pants, which Rosie instructs them to tuck into their socks and Face nets, which go over pith helmets and tie under the arms. They also donned leather gloves.
For some reason, Rosie was strapping on a firearm. JC looked at her, looked at Reese whose eyes were getting wide.
"Is this necessary,?" they sort of say in unison. "Ayep," Rosie says, "This part of the delta still has meth labs, moonshiners, and white slavers and I don't plan on having any trouble with anyone. Plus there are a lot of wild pigs loose.
They pile into the long flat bottomed boat and Rosie pays the toothless guide in golden halfpennies that she pulls out of her waist-belt.
"They don't use US money down here either".,. she anticipates their question. "At least, not where we are going"
Everybody quiets down as they slough along the marsh. "Keep your hands inside the boat, those copper-mouths are fast on the water." Reese pulls her hand in right smartly.
Pretty soon, the clouds of mosquitoes stir up and face screens are put to work, keeping them out from their lungs and off their mouths. Speaking requires periodic blowing of the fabric away from the face, and a few determined bugs find their way in.
Reese felt right at home, being from Wisconsin.
When we get to the landing, be sure to stay on the planking, I don't want to have to pull anyone out of the silt. The guide admonishes. "The topsoil in places is ten feet deep", Rosie adds.
They had been making steady progress through the canals, passing makeshift shanties where bon fires were lit and dogs, kids and pigs ran freely together along the banks, through the thick smoke that the night blazes had smudged up, waving to the threesome. The grownups returning wordless greetings and nods with the guide.
Rounding the final canal turn, they came up to a lit up landing where oil smudge pots had been put up along the bank, burning cheerfully in a row. a Homemade sign announced the compound. Mosquito Flats commune.
The guide pulls out his walkie talkie and spits and crackles a warning message to the clan. People slowly make their way down to the tie up post as the guide lands the boat on a built up sand bar and jumps out helping steady the boat as they all alight..
Rosie pulls out a medallion fastened to a leather thong round her neck and show it in the flashlight's glow being trained on her by the people meeting the visitors. She also pulls off her glove and undoes her shirt cuff and shows the raised marks on her inner wrist. The group nods their welcome, accepting her identification, and she passes a water tight packet to the leaders' hands.
JC notices that many of the girls are scantily clad and apparently not being bothered by the bugs swirling around. Several of them cluster around him and pull him towards the fire, offering him homemade drinks and bars of chewy brownies.
Reese is captivated by the exquisite Tipis lined up along the planked path. A dozen tall structures made of Pine poles and stretched sewn canvas are set along the levee , each one lit up from the inside from small lights.
They make their way towards the largest Tipi, in the middle of the encampment., It was used for ceremonies, group meetings and housing visitors.
The inside of the tipi is as comfy as can be.
Our GPS should tell the truth.
I would like to see a modification made to our GPS. Something extraordinarily useful.
"Turn left on Griffin Rd." it says in a neutral female voice. "Go three miles, your destination is on the right."
See what I want it to have said.. was.. "Don't bother going 45 minutes through heavy traffic and construction zones down to Ft. Lauderdale to look at a scruffy old Ford Explorer that looks like it has transported sick dogs, when your wife wants that pristine Volvo wagon you saw yesterday."
"Just make a U-turn and take her to Denny's, you know she's hungry."
We've got this system of resolving conflict in our marriage called the Really, Really.
If I really want to do something, and maybe hubby doesn't. We do a "Really" check..
"I really want to go shopping" "ooh shopping. I really really don't."
Two reallys trump one really.
The other day I pulled out my veto card, It trumps Any and All Reallys.
Then he pulled out one himself. I was 4 Really, not wanting to look at a car down in Sawgrass. He used his veto card and down we went. I was a good sport.
Now this morning we are without any veto cards left for a while, on both sides. Hubby wants to go to anotherwild goose chase trip to look at a car at a shady back lot dealer.
Sure, I say, but you OWE me. and he does. It was such an annoying exercise in futility.
What shall I get for this boon? IPAD, mmmm? new clothes? mmmm? Stored up Good will to be used later?
We shall see.
"Turn left on Griffin Rd." it says in a neutral female voice. "Go three miles, your destination is on the right."
See what I want it to have said.. was.. "Don't bother going 45 minutes through heavy traffic and construction zones down to Ft. Lauderdale to look at a scruffy old Ford Explorer that looks like it has transported sick dogs, when your wife wants that pristine Volvo wagon you saw yesterday."
"Just make a U-turn and take her to Denny's, you know she's hungry."
We've got this system of resolving conflict in our marriage called the Really, Really.
If I really want to do something, and maybe hubby doesn't. We do a "Really" check..
"I really want to go shopping" "ooh shopping. I really really don't."
Two reallys trump one really.
The other day I pulled out my veto card, It trumps Any and All Reallys.
Then he pulled out one himself. I was 4 Really, not wanting to look at a car down in Sawgrass. He used his veto card and down we went. I was a good sport.
Now this morning we are without any veto cards left for a while, on both sides. Hubby wants to go to another
Sure, I say, but you OWE me. and he does. It was such an annoying exercise in futility.
What shall I get for this boon? IPAD, mmmm? new clothes? mmmm? Stored up Good will to be used later?
We shall see.
hearts
that glorious pang
ache
throb
an amazing organ, the heart
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she sat alone on a park bench
when I saw her
I was jogging
I saw her again at the mall
working the register
The Avenue
and then again at the bar
and she was with friends
and I bought them all a round
she put one too many coins in the shuffle bowl game
they needed one more player
I volunteered
I couldnt take my eyes off of her
I had to have her in my life.
I think I may have actually heard wedding bells..
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Ma came to my classroom with icing, cookie sheets, wax paper, string, and pencil drawings of snowflakes. she showed my classmates how to make icing snowflakes for the christmas tree. they talked about that for years, my classmates..
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I come home and those mutts attack me, practically knock me to the floor with their exuberance. paws and tails and arms and legs and tongues and fur flying.. our daily wrestling match..
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two wild boys standing back to back
fists flying
one leg whistling through the air
bloody noses and unkempt hair
eight pairs of legs running
three left standing..
laughter
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hearts
ache
throb
an amazing organ, the heart
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
she sat alone on a park bench
when I saw her
I was jogging
I saw her again at the mall
working the register
The Avenue
and then again at the bar
and she was with friends
and I bought them all a round
she put one too many coins in the shuffle bowl game
they needed one more player
I volunteered
I couldnt take my eyes off of her
I had to have her in my life.
I think I may have actually heard wedding bells..
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Ma came to my classroom with icing, cookie sheets, wax paper, string, and pencil drawings of snowflakes. she showed my classmates how to make icing snowflakes for the christmas tree. they talked about that for years, my classmates..
---------------------------------------------------------------------
I come home and those mutts attack me, practically knock me to the floor with their exuberance. paws and tails and arms and legs and tongues and fur flying.. our daily wrestling match..
---------------------------------------------------------------------
two wild boys standing back to back
fists flying
one leg whistling through the air
bloody noses and unkempt hair
eight pairs of legs running
three left standing..
laughter
--------------------------------------------------------------------
hearts
Rosie, JC and Reese Marie’s road trip…
Rosie, JC and Reese Marie’s road trip…
Rosie just got a brand spankin new 2012 Volvo wagon…WooHoo! Lavender in color with bright colored balls going all around. Skulls are decaled on both sides along with 2 brownish twigs that resemble pool sticks.
On the front hood it says “Victory”. Oh is that baby sharp. Rosie likes to be noticed. Some say it looks like a “granny” car but that don’t bother Rosie none. Her comment back is “Hmmm, I got an apron to match it ya know”!
We are going out west. Mitchell South Dakota.
Reese yells…SHOTGUN!
“Roll em Lester”.
We’re off to The OK Corral in South Dakota South Dakota
I have always thought in my previous life I was a gal of the west. Cowboys and Indians. Wagon trains. Horse back riding! Yup! Giddy-up!
We arrived at the OK Corral at By the time we unpacked and registered, it was going on
CLANG CLANG CLANG.
Rise and shine! It’s Get em up…move em out!
CLANG CLANG CLANG.
Time for grub. All food is being prepared over the buffalo chip fire pit.
Pork and beans, fried potatoes and buffalo sausages. Buttered biscuits on the side for dippin.
Time to saddle up:
Rosie gets a gray mare named Sparky. Oh Sparky is a feisty one. Just right for Rosie. Yup, Victorious Lavender Rosie.
JC is next in line. He gets a black stallion. His name is Speed! Faster than a speeding bullet. Fits him perfect cause he likes the fast lane.
Reese gets a white palomino. Her name is Precious. Oh is she a beauty. So gentle.
Here we go! Let’s Ride! Get on our horses and ride Sally ride. Rosie leads because she is a leader. Reese is in the middle because she is a follower and JC is bringing up the rear…making sure us women folk don’t get lead astray...click click click we go with our mouths. Come on Sparky, come on Precious come on Speed.
JC clears his throat and expresses his voice… loud and clear…“Oh home on the range” and Rosie and Reese join in ...where the deer and the antelope play…
We trotted, galloped and ran full speed ahead. Whoa Sparky! Whoa Precious! Whoa Speed! We stopped at streams to let our horses drink and rest a bit. This was our chance to “wetten our whistle” by drinking water from our canteens, taking our bandanas and pouring water on them and wiping our dusty brows. We now mount up, a little slower this time but still sit tall in the saddle.
Sun rises…Sun sets.
Time to de-saddle our horses, eat more grub (leftovers from breakfast) and get out our bed rolls.
Bruised tushes and bowed legs, we sway from side to side.
Sleeping underneath the stars, listening to the coyotes howling.
We were awakened by the CLANG CLANG CLANG again. But this time it was time to load up the Victory wagon and head back home.
Now all we have are memories. Memories of a journey among friends. =)
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