Thaw

 

 

H a l l e l u j a h

 

and thank heaven

 

that

 

t h e   t h a w 

 

is  coming.

 

 

Thank heaven 

 

that 

 

with every drip

of 

 

January's grip

that

 

February's love

 

is 

 

revealed.

 

Soon

your joy 

 

will spill out from golden vessels 

 

of gratitude

 

and 

 

overflow to others

 

and fill their cups.

 

 

But we know that winter will return

yet we cultivate and nourish

with 

 

seeds of praise.

H a l l e l u j a h .

all photos are mine and can be seen on my Instagram page Les Dames D'Abord

 

Body Part

In the center of Antibes France

is 

a toy shop

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where wonderment still shines

through 

years-stained 

windows 

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and 

tear-stained eyes.

Hers 

was a face that time forgot

but 

I'll never forget 

Madame Langlais -

I'd frequent her shop 

to admire her collection of German toys

 until one day 

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She offered me a chair

we 

took a cup of tea 

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and we talked.

 

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She wept. She wept

 because 

she could 

see

someone listening. 

This was before the keypad

would 

become a new 

body part.

This was when 

you could 

hear 

someone else

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But now

it's the tip of our fingers

that listen

and rather than meet

at the windows

of 

our attention to the world 

we click the alphabet

to 

a new rhythm

to 

a new heartbeat


piloting a device

from which we pop in and out 

of

another person's important place.

But tell me.

If 

the day ever comes

when you finally 

talk

on the phone 

with 

a keypad friend

can you 

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My blog will now be Pinterest and Tumblr photo-free unless given permission directly from the owner of a photo.
All photos taken by me, Les Dames d'Abord on Instagram

Merci to Vicki Archer from French Essence for permission to use her quote in the epigram. This post was inspired by her piece, Communication Breakdown that you can read here. 

And as everyone gathered around

the chief storyteller said,

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there was a violet 

that gave away 

 ~ Once ~

as part of a congregation of 

holy stillness

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~ then ~


as a lone heart

offering its nectar

for pleasure's sake.
  

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~ One dawn in time ~

 The sloping contour

of a harp

held

notes in anxious tension

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~ while in the next stroke ~

 arched shoulders unfolded

 to relieve

a flurry of praise.

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~ Long ago~

a soul embraced a tear
 
as a tender shoot holds

a dew drop on its 

velvet cheek
 

~ then years later~

the tear drops still fall

but courage leaves 

 doubt behind. 

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~ One particular day ~

a tea pot pours 

"liquid wisdom"

into a cup.

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~ another day ~ 

an invisible fluidity

of wisdom

takes a sip of imagination. 

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We live more than 

   Something 

is at the tip of your pen

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your brush

or your fingers

waiting for closer 

 examination

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and expression

that elevates your target

of interest

to a higher purpose.

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And all the while

something changes.

But the flower is still 

a flower

and a 

tear is still a tear.

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  not the world, but you.

If we dare

we live

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