End of the Summer Musings and The Still Lady (*non alcoholic*)

 

The summer flew by in a time bending kind of way. Days crept passed, long and slow and piled teetering high with busywork,  but then POOF! the week would have somehow disappeared and the months were changing as if someone was shuffling the pictures on the calendar. And all my good intentions jumped ship at the first sign of my wobbly filmy resolve. 

So. Here I am still waiting for some things, still wishing for some things, still working, still wanting, still plotting and pacing and ……drinking tea. (Couldn’t think of another “p” word, except for the obvious and that would ruin the whole tone of this. (I kid myself) Because… High Toned R US lol……..

I am now to be forever known as The Still Lady.

Sounds awesome doesn’t it? 

Deep and mysterious.

Contemplative. 

The Wise One who imparts crucial Truthes to those who seek her.

Man…..so not me.

But it’s my blog and here my whimsy may wander where it will… 

This summer has been a deep one in other ways. Deep water, deep levels of bullshit fed to us, deep feeling, deeply rooted hatreds, deep suspicions and the deep compassion and courage of those standing firm. Standing loud. Standing against. Helping us remember that where you find the worst you also, invariably, find the best. Like dock weed growing near stinging nettles. I would like to see the ones who stepped up and stepped forward – without being coerced or shamed into it – be the focus. Show them for what they are – the shining best of humanity.

Let’s give them the credit and put the pathetic, cowardly, self interested ones on the back page. In small print. They don’t deserve the light.  

And now….back to work.

The Still Lady signing off.

I wish you peace,

jaye 

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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One Response to End of the Summer Musings and The Still Lady (*non alcoholic*)

  1. Terry Cross says:

    love it!

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