Saturday, January 17, 2009
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I want to shine again like the the moon, softly, light without too much brightness, not like a June bug on and off, just light and easy, and loving. I've manged not to set limits and have exhausted myself. So I will rest and get balanced again.
The moon is coming up again tonight, through the black limbs of the trees across the street, in the 6pm night sky, soft hazy clouds around it, like a child's book cover, placed where the sun sometimes comes in the west in the morning. Soft and sweet tonight. In my living room, the only other light is the lamp beside the computer bright behind the paper lantern shade. Tonight after meditating I sit relaxing in my living room, the one I designed for me, all this beautiful art and loving that it's comforting to sit here. I thank the person today who e-mailed me and said, "not many people go after their dreams and you did". One person might think it foolish, what I've done, but I've done it before and made it a whole new life happen, so I tried again. This time it wasn't easy. I see it not as failure, it was disappointing, maybe I just spent myself out before I got there and wasn't able to give it the time it needed to happen. The people I met there said I should have given it more time. I made some lovely friends in a very short time there. Maybe I didn't trust enough, or maybe I've had all the adventures I'm going to. Isn't that what we learn from, that some things work and some things don't.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Two hours later, stopping at a rest stop, walking towards the rest rooms she turned to lock the car with the remote, looking at the drivers side, there sat the little container of cream, perched between the luggage rack and the Thule rack. Complete. Whole. It has been on a 80 mph joy ride, not secured. Looking a little worse for wear.
It's the way she feels right now, only her joy ride has been thousands of miles. She's lucky, she has a home to go to, work will come, she's sure, and she's always willing to work hard, but right now she's bedraggled, dazed. Looking in the mirror she's looking worse for wear, at least thats what her tired eyes see.
She got a reprieve from driving today, she's land locked in Salt Lake City, northern Utah got hit really bad with snow and I-80 is closed. Another story with no meaning other than what we read into them
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
In one bedroom, two sleep, in the other, one sleeps, flowers sit on a window sill, kitchen cabinets open to cashew nuts in jars, a carrot juice, unopened on a side table, on the walls fractal art mixed with Shalandama's photo's. A refrigerator magnet says 'THINK, it's not illegal yet'. There's a mango on the window sill above the sink, next to the flowers, it has a big chunk out of it. Maybe it's getting riper. It feels as if life is suspended, waiting for them to all start moving.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I first remember being aware of Maharishi at Goddard college in Vermont in 1972 where I was going to school. My dorm, the 'Clean and Quiet dorm', or also known as the 'Queen and Quiet dorm' (a reference to sexual orientation of many of the dorm students) was in the same building separated by a concrete wall, from the TM dorm. Our building abetted the woods of campus facing the pond, away from the wilder students, who were smoking pot and drinking heavily. We wanted quiet, quiet study and a quiet life. I stayed away from the lectures of the TM dorm. I'd just moved up from Boston where I'd been in the macrobiotic community. I wanted nothing more to do with the elitist/organized groups of people who thought their way was the only way. But I liked all the people who practiced TM that I met. I remember Toby Fiendblum (sp?), whose obituary was in the FWR not too many years ago. She had come back to Goddard to visit, the dorm mates in both dorm's were falling over themselves to greet her. She entertained us that night singing songs, one being 'I'm forever blowing bubbles'. They clapped and yelled for the bliss she eluded, she was very sweet and effervesant. Her name was the only name I remember from there. I also helped some sweet cute guy buy a suit to go to teacher training. For some reason, maybe because I was English, he wanted my fashion advice. We went to look at seersucker suits. I talked him into a lovely Pierre Cardin dark blue velveteen, which he probably roasted in on his summer visit to Switzerland. But I never knew, I never heard about him again.
It wasn't until I was living in London in 1981 that Maharishi's name came back into my life to stay, well, really forever. I met George Gallagher in the ballroom of the London Hilton and fell in love with him at first sight. We spent a few days together and he flew back to US. Two weeks later, wanting to woo the dark handsome 'executive Govener of the Age of Enlightenment' I learned TM in London alone, without the confirming experiences of others in a group, from an older TM teacher in London called Jet Fairley. Within 10 days I was in the Houston, visiting George and going to the TM Center having my 10 day checking. Jane Hobson ran the Center. And I stayed never returning to live in London again. Within a year I was a Sidha. And a few months later I married George, in the ensuing 13 years we had two children, traveled and lived a good life. I like to think it was TM that bought me George, my two sons and all that followed in Fairfield. I never got to see Maharishi. Andrew was 10 days old when we came to the 7,000 course, women with babies were delegated to Yagyavalka hall to watch over a satellite the great field house hall where all the other meditaters were squished to be with Maharishi. For me it all did start with wanting the light I saw in the man I fell in love with, the pure light of consciousness is what I always believed I saw, which was given from Maharishi to George. I like to think I gave my children that, that light, everyday while I meditated with them in my womb. The rest, the rest is everyone's own experience, it's only what we have to go on, my experience was that when I learned to meditate my life changed. Jai Guru Dev
Friendliness and kind words, that’s what the morning bought, sunshine and music.
My cell phone jingles with my son Andrew’s ring tone “what are you doing Momma? Can you meet me at 2060 University” he laughs, it’s an unexpected lunch with him. The day before the plan was for me to drive up to Mendocino to see him, but now he’s eating at an Indian restaurant, then he’s rushing off to
Later walking up Bancroft and other side streets towards Shattuck my back is hurting from the computer in the back pack I’m dragging around with me. I walk into the park by the Peace Wall and stop to sit on an empty bench to open wifi. I’ve been wanting to enter something on the blog for a few days. I glanced over to see Peter, mad finger tapping Peter, on the opposite bench. Leaving my bench for his we talked like old friends. I asked “was there something bad with me the night we went for dinner with your friend Geoffrey?”, I ask as he had rushed off suddenly. “No” he insistently laughs, he was match making really. He feels sorry for Geoffrey, he’s alone and his life is fucked up. He was gifting us to one another. He thought I might be good for Geoffrey, and who knows I might have been. He eyes are laughing and fingers are on his three lettered keyboard. The skate boarders are whirling around us in the 70F
Back walking up the road up to the movie theater, a girl walks by, “nice bag” she murmurs and I thank her, half a block away she stops and calls out, “where is it from Mexico?” and I return the call, “not sure, I bought it at Farmers Market”, we smile and nod to each other, yes friendliness and kind words. This is what I’m sad to leave. This meeting of the ‘so few’ I know in such a largely populated little city. There are thousands of people and I still run into those I know. Just three days ago when parking at the Post Office Myla walked out of the Cheese Store, and I noticed her, when I could just have easily missed her. She eased into the passenger seat and managed the seat belt. I drove the car around University, back to
As I walk out of the movie, Caramel, a Lebanese chick flick, Phil calls and we meet a few blocks away for Coffee. I have already canceled our evening of going to see some music. He is beautiful. Radiant. He looks his best, soft gray jacket, softer still shirt and the small two inch mother of
I ask him to drop me at Marc’s. As we start to drive I can tell he’s heading for his house, and I am strong, “don’t do this, don’t Shanghi me” so he turns left, the car now heading away and we drive to Marc’s. Marc isn’t there as he said he would be. We sit for a few minutes there and not wanting to go back to Myla yet I ask him to drive me to Café Trieste. He asks me to write it down, to make it permanent. He pulls out the little metal silver note pad, like the one he gave me in red, “write it down” he repeats. I take the pen which slides out beside the pad, and start the pen moving slowly, cautious, something like “take her to where you found her at Café Trieste” seeps out into the paper he makes me sign it, it’s painful. We pull into the back parking lot behind
My cell phone in hand I call Marc who has just walked into his house. I walk over the few blocks and fumble through the DVD’s, I just want to watch a movie, escape these moments,
One more night and it’ll be like a dream, a sweet dream.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
My mother too is ill in phoenix, I'm not sure what that really means or even if I can do anything to help the situation. I will go and do my best. The great thing is, I"m going back to everything I love. It doesn't get better than that
Saturday, February 2, 2008
waking up this morning I remember waking up last night after an hour and a half of sleep. Why was I so angry leaving Trieste? As I awoke from last nights disjointed sleep time -Myla had been wondering room room to room and circling past me talking to herself as I slept - I sat up, it was a sort of ahha, and after only so little sleep. 'I need somewhere to call my own', at least as a room with a door for me to be behind, away from mad moments and fatigue. It's enough, enough of living out of suitcases after seven months. It's not my nature to be out of nest.
The anger, yes, I figured it out too. Only hiding a belief that won't serve me. Fatigue must do that, pick up old thoughts, old ways of being and own them, as I notice those thoughts I will knock them away, I want no limits on what I can do. I will inspire myself, I will be that little engine that could that I read my children nightly, yes I can, yes you can, yes we will, and spread the word, meet to greet, smile, and become my own world of self sufficiency here in Berkeley. Find some women to write with. I just need to remind myself, pioneering is fun, at times a challenge, growing within and it's not for the faint of heart. Urge me on if you see me on the path, it's a quieter, less intimate trek than I thought it would be, but ah so rich, loving, loving, there I am. an yes more photo's there must be one a day.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Melba sat in the drivers seat in the sun. It was warmer inside than the outside cold air that hangs around
Adventures aren’t all comfortable is what she’s telling herself, that’s why they’re called adventures. They’re up and down and much easier when you don’t drag around a lot of stuff to cope with, both in your mind and in your suitcases. She’s giving herself a pep talk, the type she’d give to anyone who would listen if they were doing what she’s doing. She’s fixing the moment because it doesn’t feel upbeat. It feels like she’s crying, though she's not and she’s not wanting to go there. It’s easy to get lost in a city and even easier to get lost in one’s mind.The sun reminds her of last week, sitting in the car in Nevada watching the sun change the skies and tree's colors, even on the buildings, it's happening every few seconds. She drove around the parking lot twice, She's pressing the button on her new SLR. On the second drive around as she passed the adobe picnic building, she saw the reflection of the car after the fact. Then she backed up and from inside the car, it too warmer than the outside sun setting evening, she snapped the moment. It looked like a picture inside of a picture, that's the way her life seemed today, a life in someone else's life.
Monday, January 28, 2008
I want to be grateful
to remember the love all the time
warmer days to stay around with bluer skies
my smile back intact/my chest bones opens/easier breathing in and out
more laughter/let go of concern
25 hours of work per week that pays me better than ever
a bedroom of my own to close the door to
my house to rent to the right tenants ASAP
my own clear boundaries
lots of music, movies, art
walking time everyday
invitations to be where people congregate in comfortable living rooms
not to be judged for anything other than being myself
to give without losing myself
a woman's writing group
to remember peoples names
to get in touch with contacts given to me by friends
time to get the letter off to mom
to be safe each and everyday
to remember charity everyday
Saturday, January 26, 2008
They dash out of the door, the buses on San Pablo only run every 20 minutes. They thought they could sneak in a coffee while waiting for the bus and they do, coffee cups in hand they catch the doors as they are closing and get on, laughing at each other's breathlessness they sit, kissing with coffee breath. Peeling off a layer of hat or scarf they drift into silence. He's worried about the car, there's been too many expenses this month and he doesn't like how money leeches his sense of providing for them both. She's got her job, and she'd feel slighted if he told her he's worried because she feels he doesn't value what she's doing, but he wants to carry more than half the weight. It's nothing more than pride, he knows he's setting himself up.
The thought of leaving the timing belt un-repaired and using buses is appealing right now, parkings always a bitch, too often someone is finding his space on the block on Dwight Way, where he has all day parking. He likes that the bus goes close enough to his studio and the walk to and from home makes up for no exercise he's been getting since giving up the gym. Giving up, they're both always trying to figure out what to give up. The coffee out? no, it makes them feel rich to see the neighbors and friends, and the friends with kids, they can smile and be pleasant with the kids eating biscotti without having to sit in their houses while Molly/Brent or which ever child whines for more food, more attention, more cartoons. They don't want kids. Thats an easy choice right now, They see how thats the worst possible financial decision for them. They've already given up ski trips, and they might give up the Sunday paper. But the car, no wheels, he slides into the thought, no car for going to see the music, the stuff they've been getting into lately which is not playing locally, it's a hard one, 'fuck the money, we need the car, we'll cut corners somewhere else' he thinks, he turns to her and smiles, he loves looking at her lately, he loves how much he's come to brush her cheek with his finger, waking her in the mornings the same way each day, her downy hair from her ear to her jaw bone, the few freckles there, distinguishing her cheek from other cheeks.
Friday, January 25, 2008
She didn't want to go there, but then she wanted to change how she is, to give more than she can. Why not, some people say she's too giving but he won't agree. He'll say she's too selfish. Maybe she is, or maybe she finally wants what she wants without fear. Without fear is what lets her talk to anyone, anywhere. It's why he wants her, she's without fear...most of the time ...it's what let her rub her hand over Helen's back tonight, to say "I'm sorry" with no words.
Blue where are you when she needs you? And they don't call her, the men. Are they afraid of her what? Her what? What are they afraid of? The lioness, the hare.
Back to Blue, tell me about my prodigy, what do you see? Is there something I can do? Is there something I can relay that will stop the events from happening before they do? What if I don't think, what if I trust. Yes, I didn't make the bus, not today, and I can't plan for tomorrow. I can't plan for anything. It's out of my control, even though I want to convince myself and all of them that it's up to me. Indulgence, I'm indulging myself. It's where I started. At 23 wpm. Looking up and out one last time, there's a funny man, he's waving under the umbrella dripping no tears, only raindrops, and smiling.
Tomorrow's Saturday, chick day, chick calls, free minutes, maybe less rain.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
She thought of driving up to Telegraph looking for him, but she wants to travel around town on the Bart anyway. In someway today she'd make it happen, maybe Perry, the manager of her storage unit would be willing to show her around, it's his day off and he likes walking, this might be a way of killing three birds with one stone and she's moving in three's these days. Three men, three rings, the list is endless, trilogies of life.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
My apologies if you are checking to read some news, there is just no time to write, I'm still packing and a day late outta Dodge.........but it's been a lovely few weeks being here and feeling very loved, I will miss you.
The party was so sweet, thanks for all the food and good company and belly dancers, singers, cooks etc and we've collected over $800, a thank you letter will be in the FWR,
also as soon as there's time to write I will also post many many photo's that Phil took in FF, wonderful ones, everywhere with all of you,
More soon, love Debs
Sunday, January 6, 2008
please come to the party, after the 10th I may be on 'blog vacation' for a week.
gray and blue today
like corrugated cotton balls
I'll miss this mornings facing east
looking as the sunrises
with tea beside me
now Rooibos, less robbing
the body of calcium is what I'm trying to do
sometimes i don't free write at all
if only i could type as fast as my thoughts
well there's a reason not to keep saying
I'm still not touch typing yet
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Phil's flight got cancelled out of Chicago into Moline last night, luckily he managed at the last minute to get a puddle hopper to Cedar Rapids 6 hours later than originally due into Moline. That was good too as I had made it as far as Iowa City, didn't want to drive to Illinois and had booked us into this hotel at a great price. I thought if we'd be stuck somewhere up here, being walking distance to the Mill, where an Afro-Caribbean group were playing at midnight might have it's merits.
"Euforquestra is an eclectic world-beat ensemble from Iowa City, IA with interests in different cultural and traditional musics from all over the globe. The band has made a mission statement out of preserving different traditions, indiscriminatingly trying anything at least once and fusing different styles that appeal to them. The self-proclaimed "Afro-Caribbean-Barnyard-Funk" touches on such genres as Afrobeat, Afro-Cuban, Samba, Soca, Funk, Reggae, and Bluegrass."
New Years Resolutions:
1. Give to charity more
2. Love and accept more
3. Let go more
4. Write tons and tons (get the book DONE) more
5. Travel more, all the places I want to
6. Listen better than ever (more!)
7. See my kids more
8. Do more for the world
9. Do more for the world
10. Do more for the world
Wishing you the Best of Years to come with, well,... with more PEACE for us all
I love you Debs
Sunday, December 30, 2007
"ah it's Christmas tomorrow"
then I would remember, we already had it
each time I'd wonder for a moment
"Why did I think that?"
each time I'd remember why
Phil is coming tomorrow
I'm so much like a kid in a candy store lately
(to the sound of the Beatles 'Day in a Life') I read the news today oh boy.....
unrest in Pakistan, they're crying in the streets
unrest in Kenya, they kicking down their slums
then I stared looking all over the rest of the world
for good news
I'm sticking with Obama, I know what others say
I think he's our hope, for a Brave New World
so many more months of politics but someone told me yesterday
our votes in Iowa during the caucus count for 20 in the real world
I'll be at the caucus this year...believing I can make a difference
believing I will
Friday, December 28, 2007
Leaving Fairfield we all know has it's up's an down'z
if you live here you get it, if you don't we can't explain it,
it's too heavy or we're floaters
I will miss mornings like this, when I don't have to get to anywhere, and when the snow comes tumbling down in golf ball size flakes, the type you like to catch on your tonge,
all white and fluffy and warm by the wood burning stove.
I will miss Tammy and Tammie,
my neighbors to the west and south.
I will miss wondering if today something bad will happen and I will think to tracing it to taking a short cut into the house......
through that dreaded south door.
I will miss my best friend, and best friends, and maybe even those I like to complain about, not enemies, as I don't believe in them, but the ones I won't stop giving my side of the crazy story about, like a British bull dog, gnarling at that issue.
I will miss my Ladies group of 25 years,
my writing groups, my Options buddies,
I will miss tea/coffee/books at Revelations and tea/scones/coffee at Cafe Paradiso,
both revealing and a little corner of paradise.
What did I do with that carved sign I used to have?
Heaven on Earth we call it when it's good. And it's good all the time, no one says HOE much nowadays, more ho's in idiginess speech.
The snow is coming down hard, I'm thinking of Joni singing it's coming on Christmas...I will miss Everybody's ads, Thymley's sales, I will miss the house being just the way I want it, now.
I will miss knowing exactly where each and every street it (except in Vedic City) and those garage sales that where I've been collecting Stephen Whittles and great art
that someone's getting rid of for some Karmic reason.
I will miss the little metal boy talking to the old metal man and
oh, sadly I didn't know the Civic Center is privately owned, I thought I was missing Donna Steinberg directing, or Andrew Edlin performing Winston, or Rodney Franz directing,
anything he does..
well Randy West has got his style,
I will miss the people I just met...oh please go to Meridith Hirsch, she's great to talk to and even better at cutting hair and the people I've known forever.
I will miss Rock at Luckman's, tall Tim and Sherry at the post office, the girls at Walkers,
oh you know me I can't keep saying the names, I might start crying.
What a small town we are. All that new Internet T1 from a 9 million grant.
I can still get free incoming minutes with no long distance for you and there's always Susan's J's e-mails to make me feel right at home.
Jesse is in Wisconsin, loving every moment, my kids will both be in CA, Andrew in Mendocino, Gregory in Orange Co. and me somewhere
in the middle,
so it's time to leave, and before you know it,
singing......so long it's been good to know ya......
I'll be back, and you'll say, I thought you'd gone, and I will say, I have, but I'm just running through, gotta have my Fairfield fix...once we're tribe, we're tribe, I'm just joining another pack and taking all the good stuff/vibes/knowledge/learning with me and want as many of you to visit me (when I get a place) as we can fit in the door.
Caio, Jai Guru Dev, Adios, Shalom, Blessings to you,
God on your side,
'Is it true?' and
'How would you be if you didn't believe that?'
So, on January 10th it'll be "ta tar for now and I love you all".
Thursday, December 27, 2007
not enough words to compute, commute, commune:
what it's been like, how we have fared, what an amazing love ridden, hug filled, love feast these few days have been, old family Christmas, quiet moments, parties everywhere, every moment, it feels like heaven, boys come into the house, "Mom, that was the best Christmas of my life" and I agree, yes, yes it was, it tooks us all by surprise, then Boxing day all day here yesterday, people coming in ones, twos, threes, fours and fives, no more than fives and mingling, networking, everyone getting to talk, to be heard, get what they need in life and overhead that day, "oh you do that? Let's talk later, I've heard all about you but we've never met before, when can we get together again, OMG..Turkey we had a vegetarian Christmas, I LOVE turkey, yum yum, Kale, you made Kale..I love Kale, I bought you the DVD of Skaters from the Civic Center can we watch it? oh aren't the costumes loverly, she's so-and-so's daughter and isn't he wonderful a dancer he's come down from U. of I. to dance, I like this Rooibos tea, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye see you at the party at Morningstar...", the food is gone, we missed you but it was loverly not to be too crowded, too much of everything doesn't work,
me, going to watch a movie at Kartika's, wow Katika's got some great art she's making/writing, combining, what a lovery home and we like each others taste, falling asleep to 'Once' it's now twice I'm watching it, well second time I slept, then Diane's drives me home, there's an over 21 year old Nintendo feast in my living room, i give them everything, I've been waiting for years to host them, do this, i love to give all the food in the house except enough to eat in the morning - well everything else except what they would turn their nose up to -O.K. I hid the cheese, all the cookies, cakes, crackers, all that great left over turkey, chips, dips, potato salad, hummus, I make all the avocados into good guack, they have some eggnog and even a little beer, they're growing up, and while they're busy playing they don't notice it's BLAZING, so while they nearly set us on fire, smoke detectors blaring, doors swishing brooms whoshing, I go to bed after cleaning up all the dishes from the day into the dishwasher, not many, I kept up with it in the few quiet moments in between the whirl and whinnies, while they whoop and holler, "get that one on the side", with their josh sticks blazing, I lay on my bed talking to Phil, laughing, laughing and longing for him to arrive, waking up phone in hand, still dressed, to "thank your mom for everything, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank her for saving our lives from fire!!!",
now my photo voltaic Santa is waving in the window,
lots to do today, must dash, as always, what would I be without dashing...not Debs.....
oh and a sigh of relief, tinged with unexplainable words, it's healthy for me and going to be hard for her, I'm no longer keeping my mother close to me, I will be there for her in an emergency, in my thoughts and prayers,
but no more of this stuff we've been dancing for so, so long,
so long mamma, I love you
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Now here's a pretty picture. The day was full of laughter and wonderful memories. We looked through family photo albums, watched Gregory's gift to us all of a DVD of old family VHS home movies edited and flowing. It was a day of sharing and healing, gifts and good food and friends coming to dinner, full of gratefulness and appreciation, now thats the spirit of Christmas I was looking for. I hope you are as blessed as we are.......love Debs
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I think we're all happy again, together or separate. Now that's something to be grateful for during the holidaze.
I've been clearing out more cobwebs in my life and basement, even wiping away real ones. I even worked outside this evening in the garage the cold because, well because I'm crazy. I'm entitled to do that. I find things I want that way.
Thank you for all the things found, thank you for the the food, for the roof, for the family and friends, and the working dryer in the basement and the lovely lady who is renting my house.
Please care for those I missed, didn't think of, bypassed on the street that need a kind word or even something more today if you have time, please wrap a blanket of love around my lover, and my sad sorry mother, I am lucky, yes indeedy, lucky. I may not post until Christmas morning, so if you're not checking then and are checking this now, have yourself a Merry Merry Christmas, love, in the spirit of yuletide to you, Debs
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Dana Moon by Debs Blackbird Roberts (unedited) Copyrighted 2007
Dana Moon came into the house at 10 Cottage Street, Cambridge MA. The year was 1972. He said he was looking for a friend. He used the bathroom at the top of the landing, the one outside my studio apartment. My neighbor Floyd used it too, we shared the lion-clawed bathtub room. I had painted it immediately after I moved in. I painted the floor tiles in checkered burgundy and beige and the outside of the bathtub in burgundy. Old Floyd, thought it was all so cool, he with his jive ways and trilby hat, who ate in Jack in the Box in Central Square. Dana knocked on my door, he said he wanted to meet whoever it was that transformed the bathroom. When I saw Dana I trusted him immediately. There was never any question about that. Sometimes you just know.
Dana Moon wasn't like the rest. He knew about the syringe behind my toilet. He said not to worry, the junkies were gone now. He said that there had been a couple who lived downstairs and their friends would come by the house and use my bathroom when they needed a safe place after scoring their fix and they sometimes stashed stuff there. Maybe he was looking for the stash and not a quick piss. He was together.
It's because I had no idea about Dana, about who he was, where he came from and where he went to after he left me, that fascinated me about him. He gave me the lovely gold plated Walton watch once that I wore for some years in my jeans, hooked by the rose gold, roses carved into each link fob, into to my belt loop which I slipped into the little pocket, above the pocket I kept my hands tucked into. Those little pockets that are made just for that size of watch. The watch was like Dana. Smooth and pretty. The watch was lightly etched in a Victorian design on the gold back. Delicate. Dana was hard, hard like gold which has it's softness, but delicate too. Compassionate, that was the light I saw in him. Passionate, yes very passionate. Loving, always loving.
The watch has seen it all. I gave it to my Grandfather when I went back to England a few years later. He treasured that watch until he died. It made him feel rich. I took the watch back again after he died until George and I met. Then I took it to be engraved. It said something like "Happy Birthday, November 16th 1981. To George, with love always, Deborah ". He kept the watch after the divorce. I gave him back his diamond ring he asked for, but I wasn't going to ask for the watch, as much as I wanted to. I gave him the watch.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Last night I went to dinner at a friends, a quick stop before going home, there around a table of loving and laughter I mentioned that my birthday party will be a benefit for SEVA, I am humbled, a lovely gentle man said he may not be able to make the party, but asked "could I make a donation?", he would like to remain anonymous. So, the 1st donation for SEVA is $100...may be money roll in...blessings on here on the 7th (??) day of Christmas...love Debs
Monday, December 17, 2007
here's a photo from the ladies evening party at my house, left lower, Nancy Bellmer, up behind, Wendy Vessey, Stacey Hurlin, Barb McGlaughlin, yours truely and Lenora Boyle and a photo of Rick and Marie from their afternoon tea party......
I'm on my way out the door, here's a cut and paste to a quick middle of the night e-mail to Phil, who i hope found his cell phone by now,
Andrew called a lot yesterday talking of his flight, then after I was asleep he called around 12:30 and said something about his flight arrival time being wrong and said 8:30am...I mumbled what airport? and he said Cedar Rapids, horray, the I said see you next Sunday and he said MOM we're arriving tomorrow morning, hence no time when I get up because I've set the alarm for 6am and plan to hit the ground running...I WAS looking forward to a nice lay in until 9am and work by 9:30, now I'll be at work at tad late, y guess at 11am, I'm up for a 4:30am pee and thought I'd reply to this right now, John Chandler, (renter is still here until Thursday), BUT luckily for me the single bed spare bedroom
that I worked so hard to finish yesterday morning is loverly, dry and aired out so Rose and Andrew can have my room,
I love having my baby home sooner than later, I must go back to sleep to get my beauty rest..
so can't stop, love ya Debs
Saturday, December 15, 2007
first photo was at beginning of trip, sunset at Salt Lake City, e next is what it looks like in daylight, I walked into the place, which said 'closed for the season' looking for batteries so I could take these photo's, they we're getting ready for a private punk rock tour coming through, the young guy in the photo voiced something very suggestive to me, older woman sure can have their choices nowadays....
Sidney Nebraska…this may be where my blog started, no sign of the Kirk Russel look alike and his family but ah, motel sweet motel away from home, my man at the desk upgraded me to the best sweetest room in the house. I’m over here at the Goose Pit, David Bollish the bartender is taking as good care of me as he was before when I ate here on my way out to Berkeley, oops no camera flash and he’s gone, so it’s an out of focus photo of him, he’s taking a test tonight, I’m glad I have nothing to do except go back to bed, 12 hours driving last few days, my foot has had a work out.
I sang Beatles songs across i-80 today, I talked to many and nearly, yes nearly, ran outta gas again, but didn’t, there were no car wrecks to rescue folks out of, and tomorrow is straight 9 hour shot to FF via DM 63 and 34 into FF, an easy day.
between the view out of the window - darn America is beautiful isn’t it this last photo is Medicine Bowl- the NPR radio, the fab cassettes Phil set me up with, this trip has gone by as fast as the 75 mph speed limit which stops at the Iowa border, I miss all of Berkeley but look forward to FF and Christmas with the old family, New Years with the new man, my party with 25 years of friends, and the long and winding south route back to Berkeley with Phil. There’s so much to do I can’t promise a blog while I’m in FF there again, how can I resist to take goodbye shots of everything, ah and my ad in the paper is already bringing in some inquires…luck may be on my side, she usually is….god might be on the other, glad to know you are enjoying this, whoever is reading, what did he say…….good night and good luck….
last night i awoke
startled as to where i was
and then i knew from the light of the moon
from the tree who watches me
that i was home
the home i wrote about last month
i got it just the way i've always wanted it, i said
and now i'm leaving it
when i awoke the back yard shimmered
a johnny mathis wonderland
this morning it's a white christmas
everything blanketed in snow
john would like the chairs back he said
in truth they are his, i asked him if he will do
some 'honey-do's' for me
he's leaving town Monday
maybe he won't have time
so what does one charge?
the price he paid? the price i'll pay
to replace them?
i know there's a happy medium
sue will be disappointed
but then I did tell her
john will want them
funny how we know these things
funny how i know
the man flying in
has me laughing and living in being
sexing in ways i could never dreamed
or drummed up
i'm gonna be a drumma
living, loving and rockncabby