collecting each one.
our whispers of love.
on a bracelet
her reminder each day.
I know you have probably seen the shells that sit along the high tide mark but do you know about Border Collie Art?
She is so well-bred that she leaves an amazing piece of artwork, all along the beach, as we make or way onto it
for a game of Frisbee.
Can you see her moves up above?
On and on she goes
Round and Round
Dropping it at my feet and heading back out for another loop to get ready to catch it again.
I know some of you may tire of my talk about this pup but she really is what keeps us smiling day in and day out pain and all.
She is a beautiful artist, well at least in our eyes.
Other dogs just come to PLAY she seems to have a method to her madness as do I.
Her daddy is hunting for treasure in this B&W photo also showing her design all along the sea.
[Author's note: I started this post Saturday night, then had to put it down for a few days til I could come back to it. If tenses are skewed or the timing seems funny, well, now I am in the final edit and it's late and my eyes are crossed but I will try my best.]
Saturday was a very special day for me, community, and I want to share it with you. Saturday, I got to meet Maggie.
It’s true! Our very own Maggie of 20 Lines and Brainstorms, who is just as sweet and warm and lovely in person as she is here.
This is how it came to pass:
As it turns out, Maggie has a brother who lives not too far away from me here in North Carolina. Back in the fall during one of our telephone conversations, Maggie shared with me that she might be coming down this way for Christmas. We talked about meeting for lunch and wouldn’t that be fun!
And as Christmas neared, Maggie and her husband came down with that chest crud that is going around this winter. Plans were delayed. On hold. Changing. Dates were shifting. Flights were changed, then changed again.
But it turned out that the events fell into place and she and her husband soon had their plans solidified. She was coming! We set a time and date to meet, which was Saturday the 5th for lunch.
Earlier, when her plans to visit fell the week after Christmas, we’d agreed to meet at Southern Roots in Jamestown, not too far from me. I’d called the restaurant to make sure they were open. They were.
When the plans changed to today, I didn’t even bother to call the restaurant. The holidays were over. Everyone’s back to regular schedules again, right?
It turns out their regular schedule doesn’t include lunches on Saturdays. (Wha??) So I got the call when I was minutes from the restaurant: ”They’re not open! But there’s a place right down the street. Meet us here anyway.”
I pull in and immediately I am recognized by who later turns out to be Maggie’s husband. I follow him and he is following her around the front of the place, where she is looking around the neighborhood for somewhere closeby to eat.
By the way, Maggie’s husband is as sweet as he can be and made sure her coat was buttoned up because she’d been sick and truly looked after her. Her brother brought her to meet me and they all ran errands and had their own lunch while we had a lunch to ourselves. Precious. Precious, precious.
And she swings around and we are smiling at each other and then I finally got to hug her neck. I’m not sure she knows this but the moment she hugged me tears sprang into my eyes. I was suddenly so aware of the fact that two worlds had met.
Maggie is just as warm and friendly and gracious as you imagine her, no, as you know her to be through her work.
And by now, you know we settled on a sweet little place called Fresh Manna, in Jamestown, NC.
Over lunch, we talked and talked and talked and realized there was not going to be enough time to cover everything we wanted to share.
By the way, it was Maggie that engaged the waitress to the point that she wanted to hear our story of how we came to meet, and listened, rapt, as we described how we met, and 20 Lines and all of you – about our community here in this space. (And they decided that Maggie had flown all the way to North Carolina to eat at Fresh Manna. And who were we to argue?)
I am here to tell you that meeting Maggie was one of the most special things that has happened to me in a long time.
Maggie – you are dear. Friendly, sweet, funny, loving, kind, generous, and very charming yourself. Your family is beautiful and I now know what I always suspected: that you are surrounded by love and you yourself radiate that love to everyone lucky enough to be around you.
… I will keep that day, and you, in my heart.
Here’s to friendship.
Please pardon the reflection.
2012 was a year of cliff diving for me. Not literal cliffs, not yet, but metaphorical ones, in the form of one life change after another. Over the last five years, I have been life-building, I guess you could call it, and 2012 was a culmination of events and leaps of faith that had I not have the amazing people in my life that are there, maybe never would have done.
And I started this blog.
You all have touched my life in ways you might never know — but hopefully I have told you, at least at some point, whether we shared a conversation in e-mail, or in comments on a post … This place has become a village in my heart, and that is because of you all, because of your contribution and presence here, because of the fact that your art and words and language and dreams and the things you see and think to share with us all live here, too.
I appreciate every one of you.
I haven’t been writing much lately — there is a new job beginning and the attendant responsibilities, and I am still working up the nerve for higher cliffs, mind you. Growth requires us to keep setting higher goals.
I hope the New Year has started off peacefully and with love touching your life. 2013 promises to be a beautiful year full of challenges and goals, successes and obstacles to overcome. Work hard. Write. Share yourself with us. Be nurtured here in whatever ways soothe your inner artist and inspire you to create.
And as ever, thank you.
Warmest wishes to each of you, contributors, authors, friends, and readers alike,
whether you come every day or stop by when life grants you brief respite.
This is a very short post.
I would just like to wish all my fellow authors/contributors and readers here at 20 lines a day, a very Happy New Year!
I know I haven’t been posting much lately but what can I do?- it seems to me as if I am losing my poetic voice… Leave that aside, you can still find me sharing bits of my life at my home blog.
I joined this wonderful community of writers/poets/artists/photographers in the year 2012 and I find great pleasure in telling you all that that was the best thing I did in the whole year.
Cheers! Keep writing! Keep reading!
Well, hello again. I’m sorry for my long absence. I’ve been sick for almost a month now and just today am having my first decent day. I guess it’s “going around,” this deep barking hacking cough, pain on swallowing, and all the awful symptoms of flu and bronchitis.
My husband got it over the weekend. We had to cancel our travel plans to North Carolina to see my brother and his family for eight days, however we have rearranged our plans to leave this coming Sunday, and will be home on Jan. 6.
It’s so aggravating to feel this miserable, not be able to participate at all in Christmas festivities, and just hang around the house sleeping and napping and taking medicines and moping and wishing we felt better.
My husband was better on Mon., but this cough of mine is stubborn and has held on tightly. I have an appointment with a pulmonologist tomorrow, and am actually feeling better today, back to the land of the living. So I wanted to pop onto 20 Lines to at least say “hi.”
Hi. : )
layer over layer are placing the biting winds
a promise of redemption
calling me into their realm
touches of the sky for fragile preciousness
angels crying dewdrops on icy cushions
one after one forming hieratical mosaics
as crystals tearing down my skin-
i am in awe of natures wonder
copyrigth (c) 2012 by Franziska Dirnberger
December is my favorite time of year
full snowing skies with the sight of deer
the hustle and bustle of stores and streets
to decorated windows and nice warming treats
the air is filled with anticipation and hope
sledders are searching for their favorite slope
December is my favorite time of year
soon on the 25th Saint Nick will appear
bringing all children of the world his great joy
the luckiest of ones receive a nice toy
December is here for 31 days
for me it just continues to amaze
as darkness falls I look and I see
death and disease is still wanting me
been used by this world , then all thrown away
I fight to get back my life on this day
my anticipation defaulted, to precursor times
now black clouds block, my thinking and mind
begging for boredom to shed from my skin
fear keeps me motionless , now from within
as darkness falls I look and I see
these doses I take have taken over me
never wanted to be alone
light from the eye’s always shone
body’s spelling love front to rear
In a loving voice it softly appears
interference’s from others break ,
innocent hearts , like a retake .
jealousy never has a place ,
when love is such a true embrace