My writing has been hampered by crazy life lately. Just wanted to share this lovely post on this true Saint. click on the red letters. 💕
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BTT #55: Attenuation
Attenuation · Skies burn blue But rest pale Inside my eyes. Tidal foam soaks My feet then Seeps breathless Beneath the sand. My words feel Only the Echo of shapes Tracing my lips. I once gulped Life in draughts Slaking thirsts Unquenchable by Careful measured sips. · - Lona Gynt, February 2019 · This is …
Puppy
Merril wanted to see our new puppy. Here she is!
25 days of joy, constraint, & my holiday brain: Day four.
Visit “Ornamental Illness” to catch one of my favorite writers, Chris Fay, fleshing out days of joy in a “holiday brain” series that is wry, ironic, and subtly earnest as well. Chris’ writing is conversational, taut, wry, wickedly funny, and always also seems to end up somewhere inextricably beautiful. Each piece seems to start with an expectation of ennui and effacement, but cannot stay there. He has too much love for the beautiful to sustain a winking pretense of smarm, and you find that the accretion of charm leads you before you are aware of it, to the great satisfaction of the landing. I always get some chuckles and smiles from his work, as well as a sense that the world might be better than what the evidence would otherwise suggest.
Enjoy!
The album art, especially the lyrics, for Goodbye Yellow Brick Road because Grooving Is Fundamental.
In my seven-year old opinion the finest turntable that folded out of a wall was made by NuTone Inc. of Cincinnati, Ohio. Only the truly civilized had turntables that folded out of a paneled wall. The first time I saw a turntable that just sat on a shelf, doing nothing, I was confused.
Strathmore was the eighteenth subdivision built by Levitt & Sons on Long Island. Situated on 677 acres on both sides of Exit 50, Bagatelle Road, in Dix Hills, they built 560 homes on large lots with no sidewalks. To get to the subdivision’s pool, you had to cross over the Long Island Expressway.
Most of my world consisted of one of four colonial-adjacent floor plans: the Endicott, the Fairfield, the Judson ranch, and ours, the five-bedroom Valbrook. Neighbors my parents did not…
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BTT #34: On the Corner of Catshole Lane
On the Corner of Catshole Lane Part One: Standing in the dampened grayness of the day, her umbrella of flattened yellow does little to impede the surrounding breaths of misted rain. While waiting for the light to change, a question uncoils about the strangeness of the street name and ancient purpose of this place. …
BTT #26: A Wish For My Children
A Wish For My Children · For you, my children, I hope you can always greet The sunrise, where the Bright glow of the hidden Fire kisses and Then patiently subdues the Gently yielding darkness Only to descend again Later into the waiting Arms of evening and the Silent shroud of Listening night. · This …
BTT #20: Tough and Wonderful Day(s)
Rezzing... Rezzing. I arrive at my sandy parcel.. "Mom's Littel Spot" in Elysium early on Thanksgiving morning 2017. The scent of a triple berry pie is wafting from the real life kitchen. I am still in that awkward moment of SL rezzing when my face is visible, but my torso is still trying to materialize and is blinking in and out discombobulated perpendicular …
Derailed
Found my first re-blog. Just had to share this. Enjoy the wonderful Tosha.
BTT #18 – My son tries very hard to tell me a joke…
Son: Why don't ants ever get sick? Lona: Ah yes, very good question son. Here is the long answer. When we closely examine the nature of the ant, we find that each individual ant has only the most bare of neurological structure. Whilst this is constructed very elegantly to allow each individual ant to function …
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BTT #17: Three Dreams, Part 2 – Fade Away
Dream of Cica Ghost- Fade Away. It had been a long time since I had been able to visit Second Life, more than a month! I had completely missed Cica's exhibit called Burning (time is the fire in which we all burn), and I was determined not to miss her next one. I had …
Scattered thoughts made a little more random 