Black leather lace-ups: November 2017

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Introduction

She didn't mind the noise if the wind accompanied the roar. The diagnosis helped, for awhile-- soothing her guardian's anxiety, but when the dreams came with different names the girl preferred them instead. Always, always the difference between what came from experts and the Dream sorted choices in a left-facing direction. Ambriana wrote with her left hand in beautifully floppy script. Floppy Script being one of those Dream phrases she heard when Miss McBride so earnestly attempted training Ambriana to use her right hand. "In the long run," Miss McBride coaxed through her pencil-thin lips, "using your right-hand will present less conflict." The words were fuzzy as she spoke them. Fuzzy like cotton balls pulled ferociously by her cat. The well-meaning teacher's fuzzy words collected at Ambriana's right ear but never found entrance into her brain nor her spacious cave of imagination where the Dreams were already mapping the girl's destiny.

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Service

“If," L'Engle (Madelaine) added, "the work comes to the artist and says, 'Here I am, serve me,' then the job of the artist, great or small, is to serve. The amount of the artist's talent is not what it is about. Jean Rhys said to an interviewer in the Paris Review, 'Listen to me. All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. And there are mere trickles, like Jean Rhys. All that matters is feeding the lake. I don't matter. The lake matters. You must keep feeding the lake.' "

A fairy tale being written on the Prairie Front

Yvonne Mokihana Calizar

This is a tale, like most of the medicine I write, being written in the wavy area between reason and mist. It is fortunate for me to be in a new place where the story can lead me through when symptoms send my physical body cattywhompus.

I begin this adventure just after my seventieth birthday. We are living on a prairie situated along a very busy highway living with new circumstances. Where for years we lived cloistered by hundreds of Fir, Hemlock, Cedar and Alder this is a public spot and boundaries are easily crossed without regard; all the more important to know how to care for oneself. Life is like that, new circumstances are ever present and flexibility more valuable. I am still curious about life at seventy and humbled by what it takes to keep getting up from down while the Supermoon in Gemini lights up the prairie sky filled with well-being.

Do come along it's always more fun to have company on an adventure especially when the endings are uncertain, even for the teller!

Mokihana

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Thursday, November 30, 2017

Introduction

Laying down the cards