he called her thursday

How I long to write you in all of your shifting
but its interminable nuance is impossible to pin down
and these glasses like tunnel vision are cramping my mind.
I could take off my glasses, I suppose,
but maybe you are just not meant to be written,
only spoken,
and probably in an ancient language’s complexity
with those musical scales we don’t even use anymore,
and that celestial spectrum our human eyes fail to see.
And then I started thinking about Jesus cooking breakfast on the shore after everything he had been through. If anyone’s profundity and humility came close…

He thought for a moment, that he was over doing it. But he wasn’t sure because of the compartments in his mind.
She didn’t have those compartments. And it moved him. Moved him.

He decided he wouldn’t work on his rhyming on Friday, afterall.


Part one – wednesday

Part three – it was Friday. she made a list for him. lists are not her thing



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      I love that story!
      (And I so love your last piece on SD…your mind is incredible!)
      Thanks for taking the time! I am not sure where this is going as I haven’t really felt like writing lately, but it’s fun to ramble around.

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    Thursday’s child is full of woe, and maybe that’s what attracts her to him, her sadness that compartmentalizes his empathy and kindness. the enigma she is to him, my Vanessa this is a masterpiece of shredded emotions, like a straight jacket made of cobwebs. If this is the prologue i seriously cannot wait to read what Friday brings to him. Jesus cooking breakfast to me has always been him telling his beloved apostles that i forgive you all you have done and I now am among you again to show you I am real, real as you have known me before.

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      Gina, how poetic your comments are!! I adore it.
      My gosh, I’d forgotten that days of the week poem… this is the one I kind of remember, (I love your thoughts, but coincidentally, these definitions kind of fit my thinking tied in to part one.)
      “Monday’s child is fair of face
      Tuesday’s child is full of grace
      Wednesday’s child is full of woe
      Thursday’s child has far to go
      Friday’s child is loving and giving
      Saturday’s child works hard for his living
      And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
      Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.”
      Haha wow what a memory trip!

      “Shredded emotions…” your thoughts are awesome.
      I love that story, no ceremony or manipulation, He loves and serves his apostles so humbly, in this practical and human way. I’m still pondering how that popped into my sub conscious ha.
      Thank you for your beeeautiful comment ❤️


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    Such a delightful moment to get lost in your words dear V! I forget where I am … must I return to the tasks at hand!? Why oh why … 😘❤️

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        Funny/sad story. When Ward Clever and I were actually friends and exchanging photos, I sent a similar photo to him, where I’m a bit ragged and tired and that actually too some courage for me, as you know. You know what he said? Heh
        EC! You die your hair! Its not blonde! 🤨🙄😔
        Geez. Not “Aw, how nice” or anything. Just that. People are dumb, he was the worst. He also used to a bunch of ridiculous othe things too 🤷‍♀️
        Thank you! Messy me. It’s a new thing. 😬

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    I like the twist, Vanessa. Robinson Crusoe meets a goddess, gloriously described. Fantasy has such power over reality, especially on a desert island. Now I’m thinking The Island of the Day Before, Umberto Eco, for some reason. Who knows? 😸

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      I love how your mind works!
      It’s been so terribly long since I’ve read him!! I’m guessing you liked that book? I need something to read. Thanks for the suggestion. 😁
      And thank you for your comment.

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        My mind says “Thanks, Vanessa.” (I didn’t know it could talk.) Yes, I did enjoy it, but I read Eco a long time ago, and I’m reluctant to make recommendations because on a few occasions I’ve gone back and re-read novels that I thought were stellar and found them rather dated.

        TBH, I don’t see any problem with your thank you, and you’re very welcome. My goodness, I hope I’m not too formal and don’t realise it.

        With the greatest respect, I remain your humble servant, S Simpson.

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          Mmmm yes, that has also happened to me.
          (I did re read “All my friends are dead” again as it has been maybe a couple of years (!) and I still love it hehe)

          Why no Steve, not too formal at all 😁

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