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,
he stopped and threw them off, and tried to remember when and how he got glasses.
A cup of tea brought its usual…tea-ness, which always helped.
And he had kept writing while sipping, he noticed,
But maybe you are just not meant to be written,
only spoken,
He wondered what language she should be spoken in.
And what about Jesus cooking breakfast on the shore after everything he had been through? If anyone’s humility came close…
He stopped for a moment and wondered if he was overdoing it. But he wasn’t sure because of the compartments in his mind.
But then he thought it would make more sense to figure out who he was writing about.
It seemed he had grabbed onto the drifting? So, naturally, he called her Thursday.
One thing he noticed, he had stopped rhyming before Friday.
it was friday. and a list appeared. lists are not normally her thing. (part three is here)
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say no to clowns 
The conversations that followed that meal brought healing, life and joy to those disciples’ wounded hearts. Love the way you weaved into your prose and message.
You make me laugh and cry your talent is all encompassing like the modern day Lewis Carroll to me.
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Yes, you said it so beautifully. Such a profound time.
And thank you so much! I’m so honoured. And I am so glad if I can make you laugh too…I needed a little levity myself today 🙂
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Hah! We all need to laugh at ourselves, at the silliness of the world and ourselves again. Life is so much better when we can do that with someone else too. ☺️
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Most definitely! One of the greatest gifts! Lol.
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Oh, the man in sandals with long hair is drifting, but making a big splash, with the ones who are listening…..Maybe this profound song by Leonard Cohen, sums up all possibilities….. I’ll attach the lyrics as well Vanessa…..
“It’s Torn”, Lyrics by Leonard Cohen
“I see you in windows that open so wide
There’s nothing beyond them and no one inside
You kick off your sandals and shake out your hair
The salt on your shoulders like sparks in the air
There’s silt on your ankles and sand on your feet
The river too shallow, the ocean too deep
You smile at your suffering, the sweetest reprieve
Why did you leave us, why did you leave
You kick off your sandals and shake out your hair
It’s torn where you’re dancing, it’s torn everywhere
It’s torn on the right and it’s torn on the left
It’s torn in the center which few can accept
It’s torn where there’s beauty, it’s torn where there’s death
It’s torn where there’s mercy but torn somewhat less
It’s torn in the highest from kingdom to crown
The messages fly but the network is down
Bruised at the shoulder and cut at the wrist
The sea rushes home to its thimble of mist
The opposites falter, the spirals reverse
And Eve must re-enter the sleep of her birth
And up through the system the worlds are withdrawn
From every dominion the mind stood upon
And now that it’s over and now that it’s done
The name has no number, not even the one
Come gather the pieces all scattered and lost
The lie in what’s holy, the light in what’s not
The story’s been written the letter’s been sealed
You gave me a lily but now it’s a field
You kick off your sandals and shake out your hair
It’s torn where you’re dancing, it’s torn everywhere”
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Ivor, thank you so much for such a thoughtful, and beautiful “comment.” ❤
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Always my pleasure
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Ooh I like this, Venessa.
You are a great story teller ❤️🤗
Happy holidays sweetheart 🤗
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Dearest Yassy,
Thank you from my whole heart.
And to you too!! 🤗❤🎉
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❤️😊🤗
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Your stories are so full of life. You’re a magician, V.
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I want to frame this comment B! xo
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Like a cigarette. If you ever feel low, break in case of an emergency.
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Perfect.
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Your day-to-day saga has drawn me in, Vanessa, wondering about the protagonist, and the ephemeral being he might be writing about. Where to place the blame when you’re not achieving: blaming one’s mind is wonderfully irrational. I will be doing it as soon as I’ve had another cup of tea.
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Hey Steve, thank you, I’m glad!
haha yes, blaming one’s mind…for me personally, it makes a lot of sense…as my mind has a track record… but there is actually a reason why he is struggling to figure these things out. At least, i just have to figure out how to make it comprehensible lol. Always my challenge really.
See, you get it, tea is …well, it’s tea. Ineffable qualities that make it something I can’t live without 🙂 even though I am drinking coffee right now.
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This is really a beautiful story telling idea..been going through and from part 1 to part 3 and really enjoyed it.
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Thank you so much! I am so glad to know that.
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