My entry for this week. Me in one of my favorite places. I can definitely hear the water calling me.
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|2.||something used to produce equilibrium; counterpoise.|
|3.||mental steadiness or emotional stability; habit of calm behavior, judgment, etc.|
She came to me through a veil of sleep
Appearing from another time
A genteel look of sadness upon her face
She had something to say to me
She spoke, her words lost to me
But I understood
We both longed for the same thing
Dreams are such strange things. Sometimes they seem so real. Are they memories, maybe pieces of the day carried over. A release of some sort. A message from another place and time.
It was a cure-all for everything it seemed. Skint knees, scratches and sometimes even when there seemed to be no evidence of a boo boo, a band-aid placed on the arm, leg or whatever always seemed to make them feel better.
As they got older the magic of the band-aid receded. Walking out of childhood into the teenage years and growing into a young adult, the power of the band-aid was lost. Sad isn't it, the things we lose from childhood.
A kiss seemed to have the same affect. I always tried to kiss the hurt away. Once, when Brandy was young, she literally busted her arse. Admist the tears, she began to laugh. She looked at me and said kiss it Mama. The little shite. It's a moment I'll always remember. Laughter through tears....
It seems the older they get, the harder it is to kiss the hurt away. We watch as our children go through the pains of life and most times, there's not much we can do. I feel so helpless sometimes and long for the power of the band-aid.
When they suffer the trials of life, we can love them, be there for them, give advice but most times we just have to let time heal the wounds.
Being a Mother is the hardest job there is I think. But, it's also one that's full of rewards.
Seems I'm just in a reflective mood this morning. Looking back. What I need to be doing, is packing and getting ready for work. I'm going to Morticia's when I get off. Gonna spend a little time with her tomorrow. That's always a bandaid for me.
Y'all take care and have a wonderful day.
Babes On The Beach
1 a: to put or bring together so as to form a unit <join two blocks of wood with glue> b: to connect (as points) by a line c: adjoin2: to put or bring into close association or relationship <joined in marriage>3: to engage in (battle)4 a: to come into the company of <joined us for lunch> b: to associate oneself with
Joined, to come into the company of. That's what we did above. Three friends, okay ones my crazy cousin Moticia but, she's also my friend. LOL
Morticia and I met Sonia at the beach last June. We spent a night and day together. We had a fantastic time.
Sonia is one cool Chic. She was the first online friend that I met. Well, she's the only one so far but, I hope to remedy that. LOL
We laughed, we danced, we ate, had a drink or two. Played in the water at 2am. Sonia and I did. Morticia fell asleep.
I still chat with Sonia and talk with her on the phone from time to time. Every time Morticia and I go to the beach we think of her. I hope we'll have the chance to do it again one day. I miss her. Meeting Sonia wasn't like meeting someone for the first time. It was like seeing an old friend that had been away for awhile. There was no awkwardness at all. Just happiness at being "joined" together for a time.
A lot of good memories were made during that time and a bond of friendship that will always be.
If you would like to see more of "Babes On The Beach" Click here. We all decided together on a song and put the pics on a video.
Sometimes, in order to gain "perspective", we have to take a step back from reality and just be.
I hadn't planned on participating in PP this week. Most of the time I'm so tired by the time I get home, I just don't feel very creative.
Then, I started playing with pictures. The picture above is layered. It's a shot of my friend Jean, playing in a puddle. Merged with a shot of the sun rays shining through the clouds. When I was finished, I had changed my mind.
Most know that Jean is recently back from Afghanistan. She spent a year there. A few days before this picture was taken, we had both lost a family friend. In small towns like ours, everyone is linked to everyone, somehow.
Jean had a hard time with this. Not only the death of our friend but, what she had been through, was factored in. Seemed to me she needed some down time. So, I took her to my favorite thinking place. I told her husband, Bill, we would be back, maybe wet but, I would get her home.
I took her to the lake. It was supposed to rain and it did. Which made me happy. LOL Jean hadn't played in the rain since she was a child. At first, she wasn't so happy about it then, she was helping me chase raindrops. LOL We were laughing, wet and having fun. Nothing was important but, finding the perfect raindrop to photograph.
For a couple of hours, we stepped back. We just enjoyed spending time together. Both, feeling lighter and with a hopeful "perspective" of our daily lives.
Even though, I don't participate as much as I would like, I enjoy it very much. To learn more about PP click here.
It's that time again. Good thing I've been playing around with pics this week because, I'm just too tired to do much tonight.
I'm doing one of each. The first, just a simple color change using picnik.com. The holga-ish feature. I tend to like that one.
Mine this week is just a simple one. Haven't had time to try anything new. This is a picture I took last week of Damianna. I took it to Picnik.com, applied the holga-ish effect, then used the fade filter to add a little color back. I guess I could have taken the dirt smudge off her face but, I like it. LOL
My Aunt's, Flora and Shirley Ann. They've both lived in Society Hill for over 50 years and people still get them confused. LOL Mind you the population of Society Hill is about 850. Now, fast forward 20 years and you're looking an my cousin, Morticia, and I. LOL
She was finally here. The place she had always dreamed of. That place that had aways called to her.
She stood there, looking at the beauty before her. Rays of light beaming, through the clouds, above the magnificent old building. The birds seem to be drawn to the light, as was she. Circling ever upward, toward it's warmth.
So many emotions filled her. Peace, contentment. A sense of arriving home after a long journey.
But, there was also sadness. A feeling of emptiness. She was not supposed to be here alone. The one that had been her light, the one that had pulled her from the storm, had fallen into a darkness of his own. What she had offered, what she had given, had not been enough. She had not been enough.
Life was full of such strange twists and turns. The one who had given her hope, the one that had seen her, even though she tried to hide this from others, had also been the one to give her strength. The one that had given her the courage to walk away, the ability, to say goodbye.
There was something waiting for her here. She knew it. She could feel it. She would leave the sadness and emptiness behind. Her time had come. She was off to find her destiny. Whatever that might be.
This is actually a blend of four pictures. Don't have time this morning to dig them all up but, this is the results. I thought I had posted this on a blog when I first did it but, darned if I could find it. Anyway, I blended the pictures then used the holgaish effect in picnik. Then changed it to Sepia...
Have to work in Southern Pines today. Bit of a ride from here. Y'all take care and have a good one.
Nothing fancy here this week. Just cropped and changed to black and white and added a frame.
My Cousin, Morticia. Yesterday, while chatting with Emmm, I brought up PP. This weeks theme, precious. Naturally, my grandmonsters came to mind but, I wanted something different. Now, to show how slow I am, I didn't even think about "Precious" Morticia's little friend. Emmm reminded me of it.
Precious is Morticia's hand gun. She's an ace shot. She can out shoot all the males in our family, with the exception of her son, Justin and she's the one that taught him to shoot.
Precious goes with her everywhere she goes. She does have a license for this. I know there are those who will think this is a terrible thing but, in her business, it's a must.
It does make things interesting sometimes when we're going in and out of shops. LOL Metal detectors start ringing when we walk in.
On a serious note, what's precious here to me is the bond Morticia and I share. I dearly love my cuz. She's one of a kind. Not much she can't do. She and Claire share a love of stitching. She's a fantastic cook. Grows her own vegetables. Has animals galore. She's raised a couple of deer that have been brought to her when the mothers were hit by cars. She has a natural instinct when it comes to animals. She's very good at healing them.
She's always there when a family member needs her. She's always trying to take care of everyone. Sometimes at her own expense.
There are many more things she's good at but, that's enough for today. Off to work soon but, look forward to viewing the entries this week.
Y'all take care.
Mine is simple this week. I tend to like things that way. Wonder why it never is? LOL Anyway, I took this of the Belk Tower at St. Andrews, at the lake.
In Tyler's Eyes. I took this a couple days ago. Decided to play with it. Took it to picnik. Cropped it, changed it to sepia and put the color back in his eyes. The I took it to the adobe and took the little knat off his face. LOL Still wasn't happy with it so, I cropped it some more. If I ever learn to do layers....I'll play with it again.