she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
I was there a week ago. Thanks for the reminder ;)
ReplyDeletethose last two lines sum up my life well...nice write...
ReplyDeleteWe don't own a thing. Truth, we never own anything. That suggests some permanence and there is none. Great work, thanks.
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Love it, thanks :)
ReplyDeleteLovely--& really like the pic too. Love your new blog look--sorry it's been so long!
ReplyDeletej'adore ceci
ReplyDeletewhich basically means I love the ()@*#& out of that.
ReplyDeletelove how you capture those poignant thoughts and moments of life with your words. always brings a smile.
ReplyDeletefirst, i absolutely love the quote from updike. that bears reapeating, oh, about a thousand times.
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and your words are beautiful.
Oh, Rene, this is just beautiful. And the photo, wow! It certainly was a Sweet Saturday. But so much said in the "shortness".
ReplyDeleteThat is perfect! Reminds of being a teenager and being in love. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's easier to have everything when you aren't tied down owning things....
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