Love Eye

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The Enchantress

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Minzio the Strong & Julie the Old

Mom is in town and we have taken up our 'kafa pauza' rituals again. I so miss making up stories and am determined to not let the opportunities slip from me in the new year.

Minzio & Julie

Here are her two ancient cats, the male with only one tooth proud and big as a tiger. He is protecting his own mom, the oldest, skinniest ass Siamese girl cat in the world. She waits for her padrona to come back from Denver and dreams big heart warm dreams all day long while lying on the rabbit shaped pupazzo on the bed. There is sadness and joy in seeing these things.

Time

Every mother I imagine sits one day at the kitchen table looking through old photographs and new and wonders how Time went by so fast. Lost in thought and emotion.

My wonderful sprite, lovely angel face, innocent young man that came shining and pretty from my womb became, in seemingly no time at all

the master of his own universe, the leader of his pack, the boss of himself.

Angels all around him whether he knows or not. I see it when others look at him.

*Feeling blessed to be on this gorgeous planet, in this skin, gifted exactly this path. With gratitude, pure and simple.

Summer Night

Summer - Cool night time air, finally.  The wind picks up out of nowhere as I'm out for the last smoke. My dogs, ears flying,  are in the middle of the opaquely lit street with me but then  take off on their clandestine run around the block, free of the dreaded leash.  I look up at the dark sky: The Stars blink back. I think: The Stars are sacrosanct.

The Stars are speaking to me. Embedded in their deep cobalt, not so much leisurely as very specifically specific - looking down at me whispering 'run wild girl deep pulsating swiftly to everywhere at once cuz we got your back'. I'm lifted up spinning wildly and happily. Just like when I was 11 and confirmed, quite surely this time, as compared to 7, 8 and 9 -  that there are pockets of bathwater warm and basement dark cool as you wade out into the unknown of the wide mother Ocean and that each safe area has it's own special and titillating charm as you make it to the other side.

La Regina del Mondo

La Regina del Mondo

Looks like a  Skimpy Buffet for such a Beautiful Woman

Thailand. She was always the most beautiful one, no matter where she went. She had her favorite dressmakers and special stoff handler in town and she picked the most exquisite materials to make outrageous dresses. I remember her at the hair dressers a few times week, the Thai girls adored her whiteness and loved to paint her eyes, Slavic almond shapes, similar to their own. She was then and is still a rare breed of bird, solitary and bestowed with extraordinary plumes, as you can tell from the picture.

And, she was kind. All the fat (or thin) American ladies who lived in various parts of our compound off of Sukhumvit Road and the mall, and who were either very Christian and from Alabama or brunettes from New Jersey who smoked a lot of cigarettes, ostracized  her because she paid Vilai, our domestica, a few dollars more a month for her services than was the norm.

She didn't care. I don't know if she even noticed the ostracization. I did because they wouldn't let me play with their offspring in the pool. Guilt by association. But that's another picture.

When her sister got married Vilai invited the Queen to come to the wedding and she agreed, even though, a) mingling with your help was unheard of and b) making a very long and arduous trip into the uncharted Thai countryside in 1970, as an American woman- alone- was preposterous.

It took her 7 hours to get there, one way, first by car and then a boat up river and then even a smaller boat with no motor to a forsaken little hinterland in the jungle. She had a special cream and dark gold color traditional Thai dress made for the occasion and brought some money along with her grace and charm. I always forget to ask her what shoes she wore, delicate slips or knee high boots against snakes & bugs, it's such an important detail into who she (or any of us) is.

I don't know how she managed to be generous her whole life, she was always buying and giving and we had the finest clothes, even though the rake spent most of it most of the time. The whole village waited for her arrival to start the wedding and once she arrived the monks fawned over her and served her food. She was delicate and shy. And proud and strong all at the same time. And, today, she still is, always against the tide always regal in her adamant beauty. My father was a lucky SOB. I never understood it.

Playing with Light

To me this looks like a scene from a ancient Roman dinner

but it also has something very mystical almost spiritual about it, I see the 'flames' hovering on top of the head and the various shades and spirits all around the bodies

In reality, I suppose it is just a set of two pictures taken in the mirror of a cavernous space but I like this playing with possibilities of different planes exisiting simultaneously around us. How about you? Do you ever 'see' things in pictures or paintings that are not obvious at first?