Saturday, September 09, 2006
an echo of the spheres
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There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill. There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres. Lord Byron, Don Juan XV:5 listening to: noct, rain dancer ...:: * ::...
A small rock fountain sits beside my bed, a gift from my parents,
fashioned by their hands. I don't know why, but I turned it off
several months ago. Perhaps because I heard my mother's
voice in its song.
Yesterday evening I found myself craving something I could
not name...then saw the fountain and knew what it was.
She sang me to sleep again last night...a wordless flowing
lullabye, beautiful and serene.
* * *
still playing with the water bottle
posted at 06:44 pm
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Friday, September 08, 2006
the heart of it
 | anatomy of a room series
That man loves me! Didn't you see? It was written all over his back! Quark to Kira re Odo ST: DS9 finale listening to: noct, salanian nights ...:: she ain't heavy ::...
The above quote is from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine's final
episode, What You Leave Behind—one of my all-time favorite
scenes wherein Quark tries to convince Kira that Odo shares
Quark's affection. Altho' Kira remains unconvinced, ST: DS9
devotees know that Quark called it correctly. While Odo would
rather die than admit it, his somewhat reluctant affection for the
incorrigible Ferengi is there to see between the lines.
One of the reasons I so love that scene is that it perfectly
encapsulates the complex dynamics of "family." The ties that bind
are often hidden or disguised, sometimes buried so deeply their
pull can barely be felt...but they are always there.
While family—whether surrogate or blood—can strengthen and
enrich during good times and bad, nothing can cause pain like that
received at the hand of a loved one. I know, for I have dealt more
than my share, and I'd give the world to be able to take it back.
Only a few years ago, I was certain I was the one wronged. Jude,
the martyred. But with time and some painful communication, I
came to understand...all things happen for a reason. Hurt begets
hurt, whether committed knowingly or not. Its legacy is pain. But
the cycle can stop, and wounds can heal if one lets the love that
is there shine forth.
This entry...these thoughts are for a beloved friend. To her I say:
Listen to your heart, love. Let it guide you. Believe me when I say
nothing is unforgivable. No heart is so broken it cannot mend.
Believe in yourself. Believe in her, even when she strikes out at
you or turns away.
And have faith...given half a chance, love will always find a way.
* * *
family...you gotta love 'em
yes you do
it says so in the manual
image © copyright Teri M.
posted at 10:34 am
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
things undone
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. Edward Young, Night Thoughts listening to: vir unis, beneath the hive
...:: ** ::...
she blinks hard against the light...feels her eyes well and close.
beneath her lids, red daggers dance as pale fingers press temple
bone; a trail of curved indents where nail meets flesh.
white noise subsides and her thoughts return to things undone.
unsaid.
to what might have been.
if only...
in the distance a ferry sounds.
the fog is gone.
in its place, endless, dazzling blue and white.
* * *
posted at 12:31 pm
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