Moon Talk

There is a harvest moon over Swansea. Makes me stay up late at night. Bedtime conversations wanting to talk about the Brexit and other things. Then when your sleeping, I talk about the moon; he tells me about the sun and all I can talk about is you.”

It’s touching to know that we’ve connected in a way that we want to remember.

Connecting with another human being is poetry to me. I think writing allows us to let others know how we feel about someone.

It’s more than words; it’s a feeling, where they are coming from, the spark and what makes the world go round and the things that breaks us too.

Every word is a piece of a puzzle; some words we look for; what I look for when I write and poetry is no exception.

Do you ever wonder if the poem your reading is about you?

I’ve always described myself as someone who can easily express feelings on paper.

I have found that through writing, that it is just my way of expression of whatever feelings we have shared.

Words that would not go on their own way, but words of affection that should not be left unsaid.

I’ve written the most about the conversations we’ve had and then later translated the spoken words onto paper; finding there is more than one way to express desire.

I will talk to the moon about us and share all my emotions and wanted you to know I can still feel everything that I’ve ever felt for you; and when the moon goes to bed and when the sun comes up again; those feelings still remain.

I just went outside last night to have a late night conversation with the moon. He just wanted to talk about the sun and I all could talk about is about was you.

All the Colours of Green – continues

Time has just flown by and Christmas is only six weeks away.. Do you ever think one might could tire of seeing the same places everyday?

I think I will never tire of Wales. And all my thoughts will not expire ever after all; for in that time I have had to see real wishes come true, it’s here where I have found hints of life and love and home and then there is someone here now to cling to. He calls me his ray of hope; and his pinken every morning.

People ask me all the time; “Do I miss Texas?” I reply; I miss people; mostly my sons and family and my old friends. But my home is here now.

So there are moments so I might know that this is just the beginning, discovering that there are places beyond narrow one. I have seen massive green forest, farms and gardens, medieval castles, palaces and cathedrals.

I am American girl in Wales, where my duality is to reason all; it is one with every living breathing moving particle is one is the absolute. I will stay here and I have no desire to return to the States.

Duality is an illusion. It must be this narrow place inside me that contains my infinite love for one and the same. Julien is my gravity and advanced physics and mathematics.

Only when the heart has experienced longing or suffering and pain can we understand that what is important and that which hopes hangs onto, finding that love is the only shimmering effervescent realm of continual creation.

Note- “All the Colors of Green” is available at Amazon on Kindle.
Thank you to all my followers and for reading.

Enjoy!-
Love, M.

Victorian Settings

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Christmas dinner is perhaps the most important meal of the year in most houses. It is a time for family and friends. They all return from the four corners of the world to be with their families for Christmas.

There are few occasions during the year when families are so fully reunited, hence the importance of the Christmas dinner table; when most of the chairs at the table will be filled.

Setting the perfect Christmas dinner table is different to setting a table at any other time of year, however formal the dinner, as the occasion calls for seasonal touches and decorations to make the meal festive and special.

Before you even begin to set the table, you should think about what colour scheme you want for your Christmas dinner table as this will help you choose the dinner plates. Having the right table cloth, crockery, cutlery and decorations.

Most people know that red and green are Christmassy colours, but if you want to do something a little different, you could go for purple and green, red and gold or even black and gold.

Setting the Table

So what will you need on the table? From a practical point of view, everyone will need a charger plate, side plates, a water glass, a wine glass, cutlery, a napkin and a soup bowl (if you’re serving soup!)

You’ll also need crockery for the table, serving utensils and placemats for hot dishes, Butter pat dish and bread plates. Mix and match your table, each person’s soup bowl does not have to match their charger plate.

Regardless, the most important thing about Christmas Dinner is….that you have enough plates and forks; that each guest should have at least two plates; a dinner plate and a side plate. That is your gift to them. It shows just how much you care you’ve taken.

Happy Holidays!

Breadth Height Space

Do you ever stop and take the time to notice the lives of those who have come between when you look into the depths of a painting; or a book, a flower or a sacred place or something you’ve never seen before…

To watch a master lost in a series of the brush strokes; secured, relevant, diligent and with purpose. Perhaps a chance to read the words of the writer who may not be so renown; but that literature is so pensive, engaged, involved and so deep that you can feel the consciousness in their art. Diligent; conscious, a heavenly virtue indicative of great work ethic; that it is to believe that the work is good in itself.

Where you can see the secrets of the heart

That soul inside who is watcher of the painter of constellations perhaps who is not even of this world.

The artist like the poet writes down absolutely every story and images in their head or the dreamer who had an idea; in the belief of concept that one day there would be come, the driverless car.

Dreamers often inspire others and are inspired for they have more ideas than anyone can count. Keeping stashes of drawings, pieces of canvas, notebooks full and paper all over the desk. Scribbled, written potted and painted while away at a distance with imagination.

It’s ever a wonder where the mind can reach; Does an artist wander casually or are the intent with purpose to explore? Where does the mind go when it wonders…is that imagination…

The concept of forming new ideas; the faculty or action of forming images; to conceive the concept of the external; to be so in the present that the senses are so vivid in thought.

To say that a writer can go inside their own book; to enjoy the written word. Do they make it a home within the lines of the poetry they write?

And if for the first time ever, what if I pick up my pen without hesitation, shall I write about the things I love, maybe my infatuation with life, or feelings and anger, hunger and pain, despair…

To weave the elements like threads; interlacing a single distinct concept unit of language; comprising, inflected and of variant forms. That these words come free on the paper; they will just flow out.

Just as the artist draws the facial features on a canvas letting the portrait stare back as if it could see forever; the dreamer inspired ideas; a writer is a word painter, creating word art; sculpting dimensions of thought to length, depth, breath, height and space.

Photo:

St. Peter’s Church

Leuven, Belgium

20 August 2017

Emotions


When he said, “I just want you to stay.” To do whatever it takes to keep me in you my arms. Stay with me even if times are challenging because I know you love me. I know that this is true. 

Working on a Further Leave to Remain to stay here with you. The application process means hundreds of questions; lots of requirements; meeting every one. Submissions of different documents, photos and proofs; it’s really me; it is a true test of wills where the equation is patience, endurance and emotions. 

Why does the truth require proof. I guess it means there are emotional forces here aligned with the strategy and purpose. I know the universe exist; Do I really need to know how the entire universe works? Can it be simplified into equations? 

I think some people speak as if the universe is something to be solved, but not experienced. Somehow I don’t believe equations take into factor human nature; or how we as humans tend to navigate by emotion and not always by logic or proof.

Logic if too constrained by rules is fundamentally flawed when applied to anything with a heart of its own because the heart is organic; yet a living matter. I am living matter. We are. And organic, with heart; perfect and flawed. 


So, I’ll get to stay 
Excited about what may
So we’ll never be apart
You have my whole heart
You are enough proof 
Love for all you do
Answer to the equation 
Love needs no explanation 
For you; This I am grateful;
Thankful…
For you; 
Emotion.

So long as you are here with me….

Embraced

We just returned from Ireland.  What an incredible place. It’s old there. I felt like it had embraced me; us.  You know that part of you that makes you feel as if you belong there? It’s a special place; mystical I think. 

Believe it or not, we stayed in places where there was no internet or television! We took the doggies with us; they loved it. 

But today, for the first time, it feels like summer here in Swansea. Yesterday I think the temperature came nearer to 80° warmer than I’ve ever seen it here. 

Everything is green there in Ireland.  Everything. And blooming just like here. 

 It feels healing and I think days like today helps prepares one for the winter’s in Wales where it seems to nearly rain for nine months straight.  

It’s been almost six weeks until my fixed term ended at my job. I worked for six months straight even though it seemed like only weeks. 

I had never worked a temporary job before. The separation was more difficult than I thought. 

But it seems the difficulty wasn’t so much as the job itself; I guess it’s the people there that I miss much more. 

I miss that connection. It was a place where I felt accepted and embraced. 

Thank you for reading. 

American Girl in Wales